You made me scared of you. Afraid to exist. Like I was back in 7th grade again getting picked apart. Like everything I’d achieved or gotten through was just for nothing. If you were willing to do that to me, then I guess I never really knew you at all. That realization hurts more than anything else really. I meant everything I ever said to you besides a few texts. You made me tired of living so openly. Thanks for making me think human connection is shameful and horrible again.