All those times I was there for him, everything I did for him, and now he apparently found someone closer, so he decides to quit talking to me? Sweet. Not even an explaination. I think I at least deserve that.
Good day, sir. Good day.
I guess I never was good enough for him, either. That hurts.
On another note, I keep waking up and thinking that this day will be the day that I won't cry about what happened. I'm always wrong.
I'm still angry, too. So angry.