Another douche bag, another liar, another stupid guy who I thought was more. If there is one thing he did right, I suppose, it is letting me go in the excruciating way he did by telling me straight forward- that he never cared about me or had feelings for me. That when he slept with me, or when he held me, he felt nothing.
Though the deep burn of the knife in my back may never go away, and the pain in my hollow chest may feel like it will never again fill with a full breath….he has left no fight to be fought. he is gone. and he is never coming back. it may be the most honest he has ever been, the day he told me he was an ass hole. July 8th. Goodbye you terrible bastard who intentionally hurt me for the last four months. fuck you for all the times you pulled me in tighter, for all the lonely nights I helped you fill. I hope one day I can see that this was a blessing because you're setting me free. May this teach me what is important in life because you never would have. and may this be the beginning of some blessings that aren’t in disguise. please.