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The first person I see in 2017 is you. And you ask if I've hooked up.

I knew it was going to happen, I just didn't want to believe it. Now I'm siting here, heartbroken. Feeling worthless. Feeling anxious. Feeling nothing. I've defended you to my housemates, my best friends. Yet you have pushed me away, ignored me, run from me. It's not fair. You can do this to me. But I let you. And I can only blame myself. I guess it only a matter of time before I go into another manic episode. Taking drugs, not going to work. I thought that I was better. And having you around I felt better. But I was wrong. You don't care about me. You don't care about anything. You're a boy, trapped in a grown mans 30 year old body. I'd wish you luck, but I know you're life is doomed.