#197.

Two posts back, I said I was over it.
I lied.
I'm still hurt over it, and I hate that feeling I get when I realise you've replaced me. I realise how fucking easy it was for you to find someone else. Is it a guy thing? Is it a fucking guy thing to get over another person you've loved so easily? To the point that after everything, you don't shed a ounce of regret, or remorse over them? Maybe it's not a guy thing. Maybe it's just you and I think now I've reached the phase when I feel nothing but intense hate towards you. You and the person you thought to replace me with. For fucks sake. I can't believe you would just forget so easily. No sorries, no I wish it could have worked this time round.

Maybe then, this time because it was all my mother fucking fault, you don't think you need to say anything to me. For God's sake. Sometimes I feel as if I'm over you, yet I go and find things that remind me of you and how well off you are without me. Enjoy your fucking life.

I don't even know why I'm so angry after all the times I've been fine with everything. Maybe it's just an episode. Whatever.

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