I should have cut it off when I felt it was too much. I shouldn’t have accepted that damned connection request in the first place…

I don’t know what I was thinking. Every single time we’ve interacted, the same damned thing happens: I fall for you, you don’t feel the same, then I end up vanishing off the face of the Earth again because I can’t take it, we don’t speak for decades.

I’m a fucking moron for loving you the way I do. I’m a fucking moron for accepting interactions with you, because I just end up hurting both of us. I’m a fucking moron for ever harboring a hint of hope that you might, juust might, feel the same way about me. And I’m the biggest moron I know for thinking I have any control over how I feel, for believing I can handle it. I can’t. I simply can’t just be your friend. Never will, and I’m sorry. So why the fuck did I accept your request this time…

I should’ve deleted myself off the internet entirely the last time we went through this pathetic circus. I should’ve stayed vanished…