I talked about him all the time, because I needed to reassure myself.
I stuck up for him all the time, because i wanted to believe what i was saying was true.
Sometimes, he would sneakily tear my confidence down, without me even noticing. it got to the point where i barely believe in myself anymore.
He made me think that he was all the better i deserved.
I dated him for 9 fucking months.
Really… what was i thinking? I’m glad I made this mistake. I’m glad. Cause now i wont make another. Because unlike you, i learn from my mistakes.
I don’t miss him.
I find it hard to believe I used to love him.
After those messages he sent, i barely even care anymore.
People were nice to him just because of me.
Thats 9 months of my life i’m never getting back.