Dear Kyle,
You suck! I don't like you right now. Which probably cause I'm blowing shit out of proportion but in truthfully, you hurt me and you haven't stopped and without your sweet, but false, words to calm me down right now, I'm just getting angrier.
So we need to talk it out so I can lose the bitterness. I need you to know that I don't trust because you are unreliable and that is just the pure truth and there is nothing to be said about that because we both know it's true. I am not going to open up to you the same way anymore.
For someone who's so concerned about when I get back, you're not paying very much attention to me.
I think you're full of it babe, I'm sick of hearing what I want to hear only to find out soon after that it's fully false. I don't know, I don't know how you fit into my life. You hurt me, and I don't know how much of that is your fault, my fault or the fault of those that came before you.
But seriously, in what world does an effective wake up call take a week to wake you. You're full of it babe. I love you, but you're full of it. I can't keep doing this with you. I'm not the most whole person when it comes to receiving the love of a man, or believing it's still going to be there, so I'm trying but I need consistency. I know you never asked to be the man to show me that men can love me for more than my body. I know that's a huge task, probably to big a task for a fallible human. It's my job not to get so attached.
So I guess at the end of the day I'm just telling you that I'm backing up. I wish you could help me. You're so good at advice, so good at telling me what I need to hear. I guess that's a blessing and a curse.
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