*Forenote: This is quite a bitter post. If you hate whiny vaginas, I suggest you stop reading now.
Semestral break is almost over. And I haven't heard from you during the whole three weeks. No, I won't cry about it. It's come to the point when all the hurt I'm supposed to be feeling has been replaced by numbness.
At least during sembreak I've finally realized - no, accepted, that you only talk to me or notice my feeble existence when you need something from me. I guess I should be hurt over that, but I won't even give you the satisfaction of having granted me misery.
You're just another guy, after all. Don't think that just because I'm not gorgeous, hot, rich, smart, or talented enough that I haven't had my experience with the hell hole people call love.
So please do remember that if you'll be needing me to teach you on a subject, or give you food, or lend you my stuff, the answer will be no. I apologize that I should stop being your puppet; abused because you are well aware of my feelings for you. Feelings which I promise you are now on their way to being completely null and void.
Regrets always come last, sweetie. And here I am, taking pleasure in the mere thought that there will come a day wherein you'll regret taking me for granted.
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