It’s been 5 months

I hate my life so much. I miss her so much.

She had way too many needs. I would try my hardest and she’d get upset I wasn’t doing things right. I thought she loved me for me. I just wish me being me was enough for her. If things didn’t go her way she’d freak out on me.

I’ve never loved anyone the way I loved her. She doesn’t even care. I’m still sobbing over her. I moved cross country for her. I did so much for her, and she told me it wasn’t good enough