Boring blog.

The worst and best moment?
When you look at him and think...
I honestly don't know who the hell you are anymore.

And then you think...
I honestly don't think I love you anymore.

I'm just so tired of this game.
It's on repeat- I'm fine until I think about how I'm sweeping everything under the rug.
And when I peek under that rug...
I see who he was.
He loved me.
I loved him.
I just don't understand how I'm the one to blame.
When he's the one who acts as if I don't and never did exist in his heart.

Good actor, that one.

I really wouldn't post this because he might read it.
But I have realized that nobody reads this.
And although he might have at one point...
That was when he loved me.
And he's not that guy anymore.

And for some reason I'm still this girl.
At least partly.




I really need to delete old text messages.
They're just killing me.

And cute videos of us being in love.
Those gotta go too.

But the thing is, I think I need them.
Just so that I know that I wasn't crazy--he DID love me.
And it is not.
By any means.


All my fault.