J. (Again)

You know what else I hate that you’ve done to me?

Made it harder for me to be intimate or trusting of anyone else ever again.

I told you everything and it was as though I hadn’t spoken.

My thoughts
My opinions
My words
My affection

are as irrelevant to you as I am.

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