Its pretty fucked up that I still think about you every day.
Sometimes I wonder if it was worth it. This unbearable sadness has nearly fully eclipsed the time we shared together and there is no signs of it getting any better.
Its dumb and I know this is a waste of text because you have long since moved on. I'm sorry for thinking about you this way and I don't think we should talk anymore. My thoughts just get more poisoned over time and I'm afraid if we ever do talk again there would be nothing left