He always loved me more.

[dirtysymbolic]

When I feel pain I imagine myself on the biggest rock at Enchanted Rock, on a clear night when you can see every star in the sky, and it's not too cold up there. I have a pillow because lying on a rock is hard. And I'm alone. The closest person is 1825 ft. below me and I'm all alone up there. Today, what hurts the most is feeling something like love for someone (except it's sort of stale. It's milk that's just expired today) who used to love me more than I ever did him. That's not to say I didn't love him immensely; I did. He always loved me more. But now I'm the one who loves him more than he loves me and now he suddenly signs off when he's through talking to me and now he never initiates conversation.

I hate you now David Figueroa. I really fucking do.

No, I don't.