Nonstop.

He posted something on his Tumblr about being happy but feeling empty. I thought it was about him, until I read further.

He posted something about me.
And I hate him for it.

It isn't fair. He isn't allowed to do this to me. He isn't allowed to have this kind of effect on me. He's supposed to be my friend, to make it better. He's supposed to make me forget, not make it worse.

But it is worse around him.

He used to make it better. He used to make me forget. And now? I don't want to be around him. I miss my friend, but he isn't there anymore...

Maybe it's me that isn't there anymore. But no one else has changed. No one else has treated me differently. No one else has pushed me to the side.

I'm not saying I need to be the most important thing in his life. I'm not his girlfriend. I'm not someone he gets to claim. We've had that talk. We're just friends—close friends, but just friends. But he isn't treating me like a friend anymore. He's still treating me like a sick puppy. Or, even worse, he doesn't treat me like anything at all.

I can't do this anymore. I can't put myself through this. I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm trying so hard to make this work. He's trying so hard to make his relationship with his girlfriend work. He's pushed me away and I can't take it anymore. I won't let him blame this on me anymore.