Rage rage rage and even more than rage.
This does not even start to describe to how I eternally feel.
I feel like I matter to you even though I know I do not.
You make me care for you, and then you turn into the person I try to avoid.
Now these decisions that you have made will come back to haunt you.
The decision to treat me like I matter when I can easily see that I do not.
The decision that she had to be a priority and the decision that you would tell me something and then go back on your word, just like you never meant any of it.

and maybe
just maybe
you can read this