I was mad at you, but I'm not anymore. I'm not mad. I'm not anything. I've just finally come to accept my reality.

I was mad because you came into my life like this perfect sunrise and you said things I'd never been told before, and it was nice. For a short time it was really nice. But the words you said were empty and the promises you made were never meant to be carried out. It was never meant to be.

I was mad because for a moment you actually made me believe that I was worth someone's attention. But I'm not and I understand that now. So I'm not mad at you anymore. I'm just disappointed in myself.

I'm disappointed because I let you convince me that I'm worth someone's time, someone's thoughts, someone's love, and that just isn't true. I'm not worth it, and I understand that now.

For a long time I kept telling myself that I am worth it, that I deserve these things, that I had earned the promise of someone who could love me, but the world never fails to show me how wrong I was to think that.

Some people are meant to be loved, and some are meant to give love. I'm meant to give. So I'm going to give until I break, until there's nothing left of me to give. Because I'm not meant to have love, but I won't let the people I care about ever be without it.

So don't worry, because I'm not mad at you anymore, and my disappointment in myself will fade into acceptance. Take care of yourself and don't worry for me.

I'll be fine.