<h4>Mad</h4>

I am so mad at you. I am so hurt by you. I feel ignored and not good enough. I wasn't good enough to keep around. You didn't think I was good enough. You left me behind. Was there another reason why you broke up with me? Did we not get along? Did I hamper you or shutter you or squeeze you in? Did I ask too much? Well, you never told me about any of that stuff so if it is true you should have said it. It must not be true. You left me because you were depressed and you couldn't handle it with me around. Do you know how much that hurts? That was exactly the thing I was afraid this whole time would happy--you would suddenly decide we shouldn't be together. That's what you suddenly decided. That's what you told me over the phone. A phone call that started off so normal. A phone call that turned into a break up. You hope that I'm doing well? Really? REALLY! Well, I am. I am doing well but not because of you. You left me, remember? You said it'd be easier without me and now we don't talk. A year of talking and now we don't talk. And you hope that I'm well? Fuck you. FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU