Supposedly this kind of thing is a good form of therapy, so...
An open letter to someone who will never see it:
I love you. And I hate you.
You lifted me to a level I thought I could never be at, then just as easily tore me down. You helped me learn what love really was, then bled my heart dry of it.
You made me feel like the most important person in your world, then cast me from it when a newer, prettier model came around.
How could you fucking do this to me, Lexi? You set the bar for what I want in life so damn high, that when you decided you didn't want me anymore, nobody else has a shot at reaching it. I thought you were my soulmate. My best friend. My little piece of forever. I thought you respected me and loved me. I did things sexually for you that I'd never even CONSIDERED with anyone else. And then you dumped me like a bag of trash the minute Whitmore wanted you.
Sometimes I wish you could know how badly you destroyed me. How you hurt me so bad that I still go to bed at night hoping I don't wake the next morning. And that's when the real pain hits me. That moment where I realize that even if you knew, you probably wouldn't care.
So yeah. I love you. And I hate you. I hope you're happy.
Because goddess knows I might never be again. ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
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