UGH. I don’t really know. But now, I think that I HATE YOU. I despise you for being able to make me feel like shit–to make me feel that I am not worthy of anything… Not worthy of an explanation. Of the explanation as to why and when you started to fall out (if you ever did fall in) of love. It was me who even asked you questions so that I could extract the data out of you. And so after asking you questions that have answers that lead to my heartbreak, you told me that you think that you like this someone. Yeah, this someone. But really, if you were happy with me in the first place, then this someone would just be an anybody.