I Hate Myself For Choosing To Love Someone After A Month Of Talking.

I hate myself for choosing to love someone after a month of talking.

I hate that I looked at their face so much.

I hate that I analyzed all their quirks and mannerisms.

I hate that I learned so much about their likes and dislikes.

I hate that I learned about their life and secrets.

I hate that I keep dreaming of them

I hate that I got so attached to this person.

I hate that I made them hate me.

What hurts the most is that they were able cut me off and move on so easily. Like was all the time we spent together mean nothing to them? It meant a lot to me.

Holy shit I need a life

I was riddled with anxiety and insecurities I never knew I had. Too bad I had to project all of it on you, and didn’t get help fast enough to fix it before it was too late.

“The way people treat you is a statement of who they are as a human being. It’s not a statement about you.”

— Unknown

I really hope therapy will actually help guide me to be the person who I want to become. I’ve done a lot of work already, but I hope a professional can help direct my growth in a more efficient way.