is this him ghosting me? just being more mean to me because he always has to win? I love him. this s****. I feel like I want to cry, but then again, it’s like I’m part fake, like it’s only dramatic nausea, only dramatic tears, no real deep pain, just a. . distaste. I guess I will just always have this ‘oh well, I loved someone, and he’s out there, and that’s partly okay with me’. the end.
