I’m officially done pretending. The love is dead—actually, it’s worse than dead, it’s turned into pure, unadulterated disgust. Every time he opens his mouth to say ‘I love you,’ I physically cringe. It’s like a visceral reaction I can’t even control anymore. He means less than nothing to me, and the thought of ever being close to him again makes my skin crawl. I’m just waiting for the world to know I’ve completely checked out.F*** him.
