I used to think you were interested based on the way you talked to me. Apparently I was wrong. I put every piece of my heart into you, and you took advantage of that and shattered it into a million pieces. I really thought you were different. Even when I had no hope in you at some point, I still had that tiny little shread of hope. Hope that you'd come back. But you left and I'll never think of you the same. You quite literally changed my viewpoint of love. But then I realized that you just wanted me for my body. You hurt me, but if you came back I'd forgive you in two seconds. You changed me. You changed me in a very bad way. Frankly, I'm happy that you're gone. You messed me up. You made me feel so special. And once you figured that out you took advantage of it. I hate you so much. You are the most insensitive person I've ever met but I still miss you. I still continue to miss you after all of the pain you caused me. I really considered changing myself for you, I still do at times. Travys I loved you, I think I still do. But for now, I'm done. Done with feeling like I'm not good enough. Done with the Burden of thinking that if I would've cooperated more than you would've liked me for me. I'm so done with trying so hard and getting no effort from you in return. The impact you've had on me is crazy. I really went into a depressive state when you left. I'm in fact still in it. Even after two weeks of sulking myself to sleep. Thinking "I could've tried harder." I'm so sick and tired of feeling like this because of you. I physically can't deal with this type of hurt anymore.