It hurts to know that I'm having such a horrible time, while you're out having such a great one.
It hurts to know that this isn't affecting you in a negative way at all. You are so happy and care free.
Its always the same way though.
Losing you huts me more than anything else in my life has.
And you losing me, makes you feel better.
I spent the day packing up my shit, sorting through 4 years aquired shit between the both of us.
While you spent the day livin it up with a woman, in another city, overnight.
All my shit was packed and I sat here waiting for you to come home and help me get it all into storage.
But you never showed up. You chose to do other stuff instead.
It just hurts that I matter so little to you now.
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