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How can you tweet about other shit when I’m gone? Am I thinking too much? You said you were sad but it looks like you really do not give a fuck about it at all. I gave you so much just for this?? I’m so mad that I can’t bring myself to hurt you either
Why am I always the only one crying in the end? Just for once come after me. At least try and actually stop me. I would do anything in the world for you. But why can’t you just care about me for a second? I was going to stay. I wanted to stay.
I have so much to say to you. So much. I can’t even bring myself to delete everything off. I want you to feel guilty but how can I possibly wish that upon you?
It’s just Twitter. I don’t even know who you are. I’m thinking too deep into this. I still can’t help but to go back and check how have you been.
Do you know how much it hurt me when you said you wish you had someone to fill the void? Or how you were so lonely and needed someone? I thought to myself, did it only take you a day to get over everything?
Why does everything you say to me feel like an automated response? Why do you force yourself to say things you don’t mean? It just hurts me even more.
When did the meaning of “I love you” became so light? You don’t love me. You don’t even know who I am. What I like, what I don’t like, what my hobbies are.
You don’t “miss” me. You miss how I used to compliment you everytime. I interacted with all of your tweets. I always made sure to check on you.
You don’t know me. You’ll find someone who does these same things one day and forget about me instantly. I’m not even on your mind right now.
Maybe you’ll find this thread someday, when I’m completely erased off the internet seok. I’m never coming back. Let’s forget about each other. My mistake, you have already did.
I would wish you a bad day but I can’t even bring myself to say these things to you.
