But now, things are different. I’ll never be the same. Here I am, sitting on my windowsill, thinking. Thinking, that it’s crazy how much shit I let you put me through all because I love you. Knowing, that I’m not nearly as important to you as I had thought. Understanding, that I could never hate you for everything you’ve done to me; I still love you and I always will. Realizing, that you take this love for granted. You’ll never be worthy.
— i guess this is goodbye