Stay out of my head
Stay out of my fucking head. I am done. We had our last conversation in January which told me everything I needed to know, you don't care anymore. It had always been me reaching out and I reached out one last time. We had lunch and I straight up asked you why you hadn't reached out. All you could give me was some blubbery excuses about not knowing what to say. I call bullshit.
I need you to stop showing up in my dreams and telling me you love me. I don't need that shit. Despite all the reasons I had in my head thinking you had some sort of feelings, you obviously don't. If you did, you would have reached out by now. Said something, anything. I can't keeping waiting around and hoping, so do me a favor and stay out of my fucking head.