I used to wish you would come back to me. I wanted you to come home and realize that you missed me. But all I see is your statuses…. and you writing on all of your college friends’ walls, and it kills me because I know you left behind someone you cared about because you were too preoccupied with your fucking college high. 
I know you’ve changed. And I want the old you, the one that wanted me too. Not the one that ignores me for months. 
So why do I find myself sitting alone, crying over you every night still? Because you were perfect for me, and you were perfect to me. I hate that you exposed me to someone as amazing as you, and then left. Now I have to face the fact that no one out there will treat me the way you did. But I get to watch you go have fun with all your college friends.
Thanks. For killing me, and ruining any hope for me to find someone to fill the empty void I feel inside, because of you.

(Source: shut--the--fuck--up)