Dear Drew Lachance,

I am struggling so bad, and I know that you are not. You are filling the void with your friends. They gave you that fulfillment that I didn't have because we were long-distance. What you said when we broke up made me feel so bad about myself. I'm sorry that I loved you so much, and you couldn't love yourself. Why would you pour your insecurities on me when all I did was accept you? This hurts me so bad, and all I wanted was to see you thrive. I was so supportive of your upcoming band victory dog, and you just discarded me. You preached for so long about valuing friendships and how you never know if it's the last day you'll see them, yet you knew our last day and still did not cherish me. Was I not worth being cherished? The sexual vulnerability is eating me alive, and I hate that I put that trust in you. And I have no idea what you feel, and you knew I was crying, and now you sit there silent and delete me from your life. Did you really resent me that much? Why didn't you just tell me what was wrong? I would have been there for you. What is it that fulfills you if it is not me? I was just doing my job as an adult, going to grad school, and graduating. It just feels like you are still in college, and you never understood me. Why are you making me bad for just staying at home and being exhausted? Because I "depended on you for happiness." I just enjoy being in the mundane, which is what I thought you liked too?