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all you did was use me to take up space until you found something else. thats all i was and i lose sleep about the sudden change and the lying and the hatred and i know you dont give a fuck and thats just great.

all the weird gaslighting and yelling and insults and cruelty while i was trying desperately to understand and be understood. but you werent my friend. you never were.

i cant even value the happy times. the times you ended up telling me werent that serious. that werent really how you saw me. you telling me you didnt mean any of your affection was insane. who runs a con like this? not someone human. jesus christ.

im terrified of you and disappointed in you. i know you dont care. i hope you enjoy your indifference while im haunted on a nightly basis by the very sudden loss you made me face. i hope thats great and youre fucking great. but you really killed me.

if id known who id really be up against in the end i wouldve spared us both the hassle and ghosted you that first fight. you didnt love me, plain and simple. yet you couldnt just be honest. you dropped care for me like i was suddenly nobody you knew. thats insanely cold and scary.

and youre absolutely bojack to a T. and you should want to work on that and it drives me up the wall knowing you probably never will. being a good person is optional to you.

youre a bad friend. i feel incredibly stupid for thinking you could love me. you dont love anyone but yourself.

you were playful and caring until you were ready to discard me, then turned like a rabid dog. you dont love people, you use them to make yourself feel good.

i fear youll do the same thing to your other partner you replaced me with eventually. i worry about them a lot actually.

what you did was the worst. you were my best friend and i trusted you. and everything i trusted you with turned out to just be instructions for how to hurt me. i regret being so vulnerable with you.

youre not poly, youre a friend hopper who gets bored easily and refuses to admit that even to himself

but why not just say that? why not ask me to go? instead of pretending to care just to pick me apart, to gaslight me, to bully me

it feels so obvious now that you turned because you got bored, that you just wanted me to see myself out

you would half heartedly apologize and would just do it again and again, i couldnt emotionally recover from your blows

you were so mean so suddenly and left me having to wonder what i did, why im making you yell at me, how i provoked you