I never thought I’d need all this time to think, but I guess it goes to show that you had no room for me.
This is what therapy is. Call it what you will, but there’s just that feeling when you stop and think for yourself “was it worth it”. Was it really worth spending all that time on that girl who didn’t even want you around half of the time? Was it really worth it to go about showing this girl how much she meant for you when she didn’t even think once about returning the favor? Was it really worth trying to do everything you could to impress a girl who liked a guy who made fun of her every day?
This is what therapy is. You weren’t worth my time and effort. The time and effort I spent trying to get to you wasn’t worth it. The energy I put into doing the ‘right thing’ and trying to show some sort of chivalry wasn’t worth it. The words I used to call you pretty and fantastic, and all the other things that you could have ever wanted, they weren’t worth it.
This is what therapy is. You didn’t need me around to make you feel happy for even a moment. You didn’t need my lame jokes. You didn’t need my incessant attempts of making you feel that you were worth more than people said you were. You didn’t need me, and I think that’s the part that made me want to write this.
This is what therapy is.