When I think of you it makes me mad. Yes it’s frustrating that you strung me along, told me and treated me as though that you loved me when you knew you didn’t, lied to me continuously, but really makes me mad is my own self. I let it happen. I had an idea that it was all going on, and when I questioned it I let myself believe the vague answers and the blame that you placed on me. I’m mad that I let myself believe that the pain I felt from being with you was part of the struggle I had to go through for having such a great guy. I was wrong. I did not take into account that I am worth so much more. I deserve to never feel pain from the person that supposedly loves me. I’m mad that didn’t see that and I waited until you were sick of faking it just for the sake of having a relationship. I should’ve ended it the first time you allowed me to feel insignificant. For that I blame myself.