I feel ripped off. I want a re-do of the past 4 years.
It’s astonishing that I thought you’d be different, better. Maybe more interesting, tolerable. Something. You bore me. You’re rude. I’m so sick of you that when I see an incoming call or text from you, my heart drops. The worst part is you have no idea of how sad you make me. You’re too dull to pick up anything, even when I’m crying and telling you I’m unhappy. No, I don’t enjoy your company. I haven’t for a very long time, but I was under the impression that this is just how my life is supposed to be. Unhappy and dealing with your lack of kindness and consideration. I needed you when I was 15, but we’re beating a dead horse and you’re too stupid to see it.
I see now what I’ve always seen, I just tried to justify it for a very long time. I see now that I can no longer do this to myself.