At some point I wasn’t worth texting anymore.

I wasn’t worth caring about.

I wasn’t worth missing.

I wasn’t worth your time.

You tell me it isn’t me.

But how can that be so?

I mean there must be something that made me expendable.

I am a stupid pathetic idiot who is in love with someone who can live without me. I was never anything. Nor will I be again. I am not important to you.

You think there is better out there.

Better than me.

I was the whole mother fucking bundle.

What did I do wrong?

To lose that title in your heart and mind.

To just give up on me.

I am worth loving.

I don’t want it anymore but I’m worth it.

Did I love too much? Did I make you feel guilty?

I’m sorry.

You aren’t coming back for me. I keep hoping. But you aren’t. Bc I’m not worth it to you. Well maybe someone else will love me. If only I wanted someone else.

Oh well. This is my life. I can’t change it.

I embrace it.

Fuck it. Fuck every guy out there who is going to tell me they love me. I don’t want to hear it from them. I just don’t. Leave me alone.

Oh the ramblings of a substitute teacher who cries on her lunch break like a giant dweeb.