i couldn’t sleep and my mind was rushing and so I read back through our conversations. Right back all the way up to when we broke up.

How pathetic am I. For thinking that you have any love left for me. Anything positive, other than some bullshit sexual attraction, that you felt for me obviously went out the window when we broke up.

I am disgusted by myself and my behavior towards you. I am filled with an indescribable desire to erase all of our interactions from both of our lives cause I think genuinely you would have been better off having not known me.

I am so unhappy right now it makes me actually feel a little broken. I am so sorry I ever tried to be in your life the way I have.

Whatever I have been doing to you for months on end, for the entirety of our relationship, I am so sorry. I romanticized whatever we shared. Clearly it was not nearly as meaningful as I made it out to be in my head. 

Up until about 5 minutes ago I literally thought you were the one. I thought I would never have eyes for someone the way I did for you and I thought you felt the same. I’m not sure where or how or when I developed this delusion but I am so sorry.