I hate it.
I hate it when I feel like I’m actually something to someone, and then it all crashes down right in front of me. Like it never existed. Like what we had was all just a fragment of a dream. Then I look back at how things used to be and I wonder where I went wrong. Where I could have done things differently. I look at those people now and they make it seem like their lives are better off without me. It hurts, but I just need to learn to move on and realize that people are only temporary.