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I don’t know why I didn’t see this sooner. It wasn’t about me being not good enough, or her being better. It was about the “path of least resistance.” You don’t even love her. She’s showed up and wouldn’t leave. Now you’re too afraid to ask her to move out!
You are such a coward. In stead of real happiness, a real life, you chose the easiest, most comfortable, most familiar situation. One you said you don’t want. You probably lied to my face.
You chose to hurt me. The whole time, hurt, hurt, hurt. With your hope and lies, making me believe so much was possible for us. Out was a sick fantasy world for you that was never coming true. Someone like you could never have the guts to live the life we talked about.
You can only talk and dream. You’re a romantic loser. Paralyzed by fear of happiness, love. So you’ll stay safe where there is no love, there is no happiness, there is no future. There’s something wrong with you.
I saw something in you. I knew it was there. You want it to stay dormant, hidden so you can drink yourself to death, rot in that room and die in this hell hole. One for the history books. Not me. I’ve wasted enough time. Waiting on you, waiting on a sign. Neither are happening. I’m not staying.
I really wish I could get my 18 months back.
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