Dear you know who you are,

I dont know what im still doing here to be honest. its been over a year, over a year of thinking about you, wondering why i was never good enough for you, why YOU entered into my life just to make me feel like shit. I was on my way to class today and the thought of ever seeing you again brings me dread because what the fuck was the point of it all? I told you i forgave you and honestly, i think i do, but not for my own sake, so YOU can sleep with how dirty you played me last February.. I finally had the courage to remove you from instagram because I realized a lot of things I was posting was so YOU would see me one more time. My friends helped me realize its really unhealthy to keep doing that especially when it leads to nowhere. so now I ask myself(well for the past year) what the fuck the fucking point of it all was? I hate you i hate you i hate you. I wish i could go back in time to when you approached me and tell you to fuck off I genuinley hate i give my heart to people who give me a small bit of attention. I wish I could see myself from your perspective i wish you loved me enough to keep me around but i also love myself enough to never do that.
Thank you for the depression, friend.