It’s not like you were the greatest boyfriend, you know. You weren’t. I’m with someone else, who honestly isn’t better, but I’m still so hung up on you.

But what’s there to be hung up about? Being treated like a chore? Being in a fuckin wheelchair and still taking care of everything for you? Keeping the house spotless day after day for you to come home and not do anything with me? Oh, I’m so jealous that Kayla gets to bring you and your dad and your boss lunch…

But I am. I only wanted to do a little more with you, yknow? I wanted to hang out with those friends and to see you happy.

Every day I think of you. I think of the way your face lit up, the way you smiled cheekily, the way the world was full of possibilities when I was your girl. You’re giving all of that hope to another.

Most of them, anyway.

I make their lives so easy. They don’t have to worry about a single goddamn thing because of me. You want to change your schedule? Sure. You want to order XYZ? No problem. You want to use me and make me feel responsible for every little goddamn thing? Okay.

I honestly hope Cindy moves away. I don’t care really where she goes. I want her gone. I want Lucas gone, too. He’s phony as hell. Tiffany is a spoiled brat. The only ones who don’t get under my skin are Lisa and Devin. Krista is too all over the place to really be a problem. 

I’m just tired of this feeling. I’m tired of feeling walked on and taken advantage of. They have no idea that without me, none of this would even be possible. I’m forced to just be a good girl and listen attentively, and they’re fine to do whatever the fuck it is that they want. I’m miserable about it.