I hate you. Literally. We talked for a week and you led me to believe we had something. I was helping you with your eating disorder and all your issues. I was willing to work with the distance. I understood you never had an adult relationship and was willing to help you. You told me this morning you were excited to see me and randomly cut me off four hours later. That’s not very christian of you. I’m hurt from the shock, I truly thought we could have had something. Goes to show asking if someone will hurt you means nothing. They’ll say no and still do it. So moral of the story don’t ask. I hate you.