reflections on a year ill-spent

[thewolfteen]

it is about fucking time that i get over this bullshit. this is my declaration of independence from you. everything i've done, every thought i've had, every word i've said in the last three months has reflected on what you did to me. you've turned me into a bipolar shell, not even able to control my own actions, thoughts, and words. you were so kind to me when we were together, i felt like we fit so well, physically (my god, did we ever fit physically), but so much more than that, we fit emotionally. my hands tremble with anger as i type frantically fast, trying to get all my thoughts down. why would you run away from whatever problem you thought we were having? you didn't try to explain yourself to me, and when i asked you why you broke up with me, you said "i think you already know that" THATS NOT A FUCKING ANSWER.
i'm too sad to type anymore.