Heart sank and started to ache once again when I found out about something this morning. I'm so disappointed in you for doing what you did after telling me not to do it. I guess I am a hypocrite too, since I admit that I did it too. But I felt guilty all that while, not knowing that you were doing the exact same thing, maybe even to a greater extent. This whole thing is becoming an even bigger joke. What we said to each other doesn't matter anymore. We are all being hypocrites here. What we had is gone, so I guess I have no right to get angry with you.

I guess it just hurts because it goes to show that my words don't mean shit anymore.I don't mean a thing to you anymore. Which is just as well, I guess. We all need to move on. I just wish you'd take better care of yourself. A part of me thinks that I'm part of the reason why you started doing it. But nah, do I affect you that much? Most probably not. Who are you kidding, Denise. He doesn't give a fuck about you anymore. Move the fuck on, yeah?

I care too much about you and it is really getting so tiring. And please stop sending me mixed signals. It's either all or nothing. It's either I'm in your life or I am not. Choose one and stick to your decision. I'm so fucking tired of going around in circles and landing up where I first started. All the best to you, I shall stop giving fucks about you from here on. Goodbye. I wish you well.