I hate her, I hate her so much, she fucking took 1 and a half years of my life and we WEREN'T EVEN A THING, we were most probably just a situationship but goodddddd, I tried, I really did try, I tried to be good, hear her vent about her friends, let myself be played by her as she flirted with me playfully as friends yet when I confessed to her and waited for her to be ready, and even passed it off as a crush, she gets with another guy. FUCK. It hurts, and my heart still yearns for her but I know damn well that SHE MADE MY DEPRESSION GET WORSE, I FINALLY GOT THERAPY THANKS TO HER. I FUCKING CUT MYSELF WITH A PLASTIC KNIFE THANKS TO HER. She managed to talk me into getting therapy, and all it did was make me realize how she kept managing to pull me back to her 3 different times because I loved her. I'm finally cut off from her but I can still feel her presence within my being. I want to go back to her and cry; to call her again and just plead for her to leave my mind. I'm obsessed. God.