I used to think that you would make me happy. That you would make me feel loved. You could've done that. It would've been easier. But now I know, that was never your intention. You used me from the start. I should've noticed it. But your manipulation was so good, that I didn't. I didn't notice that you used me when we first met. I didn't notice that you used me, when we reconnected. I didn't notice that you used me when we talked for the last time. You never saw me as a friend. You always just saw me as a money machine, as a gift giver, as someone you could vent to. You never cared for me. You never liked me. You never felt a single positive thing for me.
