Unsent Messages

i wonder where i would be if i never met you. i’d probably be a little bit dumber and a lot less fucked up in the head. the things you did weren’t ok. not even justifiable. you’re just as bad as both of them combined. you act all perfect but you’re not. learn some fucking respect and humility already. i don’t know how your parents raised you so badly that you can turn out this absolutely jacked. i hope you get help. you were a great encourager, but an even worse criticizer. i’m not gonna blame you for what you did to my brain. it’s not your fault. but you did contribute and say awful things. i hope you realize what you did. you probably won’t, because i know how people like you work. i know i will probably never get an apology. i’m fine with that. i’m over you. i hope you’re happy, and i pray to god every night that you don’t hurt him in the way you hurt me. i love him so much and i swear if you do anything to him i will not let it go. i hope you have a good life, and i hope you’ve changed. i’m not gonna ignore you like i did before. that’s bitchy. but, i am gonna keep my space. i’m scared of you thinking i’m coming back to you, and i’m scared that if i do start being nice, i’ll go back and let you hurt me again. i hope you’re ok. i hope you get help for a lot of fucking things. i hope you know i never wanted things to go like this. i was ready to go the end of the earth for you. but you didn’t want me to. it sucks ass that we couldn’t even make it a year. i was planning our whole future. anyway, i know that one day i’ll be completely healed, and maybe i’ll reach out. but until then, get some fucking help, and stay in your lane.