The guy closest to me hates me. He would never love me and he's shone that hate. It hurts so much right now. I care about him too much. So much so that he was like my everything. My laughter, my joy, my comfort. He didn't even notice me breaking down slowly as he told me about the girls he liked or who he would date. He never saw me trying not to cry at every fucking word. And now I think he wouldn't care if I drowned or anything like that.