I think often, and talk sometimes, about how you don't love me anymore.
Too melodramatic a beginning? I sure do apologize.
I gave each of you a unique piece of me (VERY unique), and what I received was rejection. Thank you very much, and fuck you very much, and I hope you know that I listen to the special songs I associate with each of you and think of you at night, and try to avoid thoughts of you during the daytime, and generally hurt when the subject of "best friends" comes up, because what do I have but memories of people who said they loved me, and then proceeded to stab and/or just abandon me? Best friends are fallacies. That's what you've taught me. Congrats, and go fuck yourselves. I hate how much you've hurt me.