Lately, I 've been feeling that my existence revolves around hurting people who cares for me and being hurt by people who I care for deeply. Somehow, I feel as if I can't do anything right. By being me, I end up hurting others and by not being me I end up hurting myself.
I'm sorry that you fell in love with me. I'm sorry that I am me and who I am is not what you need. I'm sorry that I do care but by doing so, I hurt you in more ways than one.
I forgive you though there is nothing to forgive. I still care by the way. I still think of you everyday although I no longer hope. I know what I was and I know what it was. It was nothing. I was nothing and since everything I thought that was something turned out to be truly nothing, there is nothing to forgive... no one to forgive but myself.
I know you still love her and she will always be the one. It hurts me to think that I can never ever be with you the way I wish. I am over him. Now, I'm hung up on you. Story of my life.
Rejection.
Hurt.
In more ways than one,
Someone Anxious.
