I can’t believe I’m writing about this, because I usually only write about important matters and I you really don’t matter to me. Not anymore.
You keep pretending you care when it’s quite clear you don’t even care enough to put that minimal effort that would make you look like you actually did care. You just need somebody to call every 3 months and randomly brag to, about weird accomplishments like cheating on your two months ago’s “love of your life” with your new “one and only”.
You are so resentful because I moved abroad for uni. Why do I have to feel shit for doing something I’ve dreamt of my entire life. Why do you still shame me for that, after, despite the 9 hours time difference, I stay up until 3am waiting for you to call when you say “you definitely will call this time”, only to fall asleep disappointed.
I’m so tired of this, but 8 years is so long for me to just go “it’s over”, I still feel you deserve more than that, but you also don’t get it that we are two different people, that I’m being distant so I’m writing here in hope of some clearance. I guess you do somewhat matter after all.