u/zombie_audie

Most breakups I’ve been through are mutual. This time felt very different. I didn’t even see it coming, no signs or anything. I truly thought he was the one, I love him with all my heart and everything seemed wonderful. He dumped me at 04:00 knowing I had a busy day the next day. “It’s not you, it’s me.” I couldn’t sleep, had to call out of work, classes, everything. Turns out he is galavanting around with friends and I’m stuck in bed. It hurts because it makes me feel like I meant nothing to him. And the worst part is, I can’t even be mad at him. Glad to see him doing so well without me.