She doesn't love me anymore.
I was doing so well, though. I am not mad or anything, it's just makes me feel a little bit sad because maybe, I knew it all along.
We hurt each other too much, and your love for me ran out. Maybe I feel guilty, or maybe I feel like I lost someone made for me.
But I think it's clear to you that you're not made for me.
It's okay. We lose a little sometimes. Maybe this time it's a bit more than that, but God.
I hope you'll find someone that'll love you better than I do.
I just really love you, though. I was trying to fix myself.
My friend was right, that I was a weakling and nobody would've liked that.
I'll change. Not because I want everyone to like me, but because I don't think being a weakling is what I want to do for the rest of my life.
Please heal faster, dear self. Please. I beg of you.
