Most days the heartbreak is just bearable, and the days I reach out are when it’s not. And I need you here with me. I wish you didn’t fuck me up. It makes me so sad to think of what we were, what we had, to whatever this is that’s left. I feel confused. I wish I felt more definite. But I don't. I’m just as back and forth as I’ve always been. Wavering between hurt and trying to believe you’re better than you showed. I do know we're unhealthy. We’re not good for one another. We should be able to agree on that. That would be helpful. But right now, fuck you. Fuck you and everything you did to me. You don’t deserve me as a constant in your life.
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