Constantly Misguided

I wish I was dead. Not because I'm suicidal. But because I don't want you to know my existence anymore. I don't want you to remember my body. Any memories were just dreams. It wasn't real. Eventually I will fade away into time. You might vaguely get a flash of who I was. But it will be fleeting. You don't need to remember me when you have your living obsessions. Forget I existed. I am dead too you. Dont mourn me. Celebrate the empty hole you can now fill with someone else. I wasn't even dead and cold and you moved on. So, move on. Forget about me. You didn't need me while I was alive. So it wont effect you if I'm dead and gone. I wish I was dead... So I don't need to think about you.

"Again, you aren't sorry. You knew exactly what you were doing. you knew exactly what you were saying to me and you took advantage of my trust and you made me look like a fucking fool. I don't give any fucks what you do with your life now. You wont change. Everyone says they will change but liars will be liars.  You will probably lie to your therapist. I literally was trying to genuinely support you the best way I knew how. And I'm not fucking crazy for the ways I'm trying to help you. You like being a fucking sad boy for some stupid reason because it gives you some strange sense of attention that you don't get elsewhere. If you wanted to work things out you would have tried harder. If you actually cared about me like you fucking said you did, you wouldn't have done the exact shit I've cried to you about and you wouldn't have been a manipulative piece of shit. You are trying to play sad boy right now pretending like you had feelings for me but OH NO...