I’m sorry you feel that way and I wish you’d trust me on telling me things about yourself. You never told me anything. I barely know you. I hate that you still use my trauma against me. I don’t think I can forget what you said that night when you was drunk. It was really hurtful and made me think entirely different of you. There’s nothing for us anymore. I still care about you and you still pop up in my head once everyday. Waiting for the day you don’t pop up anymore