I felt like I was missing out on life.
But what else did people want me to do?
I couldn't help but check. It was like he had planned it, like he knew how to hurt me worst. It wasn't like it didn't mean anything, and that I was reading too much into it.
He was sending a message.
It made me cry.
Well, I wanted to cry.
I was back to being me. The one he didn't end up wanting. Except now, I was just a notch in his stick. A fond memory that didn't ever really mean anything. He had moved on that quickly and was putting himself back out there for the taking.
I wasn't special enough for even a month of sadness or getting over.
I was worthless.
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