Help. I miss you.

Gosh, I am so not over you. Getting all this new attention is so foreign and overwhelming to me. I'm curious as to what you've been up to yet I don't want to know at all. It would kill me. Because I know what I've been doing..so what could you be doing? Why is it so hard for me to detach? You've done nothing but hurt me. Writing all of this just makes me feel dumb. You and our situation have stripped me of my ability to express myself through words. Thats a first. Ha. I want to ask you why you didn't respect me. Why you never stopped talking to her. If I mattered to you, you've would've done things so differently. You say that you cared..but you didn't. You sure didn't show it. Help. I miss you.