Part of my recovery

is learning to understand the true nature of events.

Don't pick up.

Don't pick up.

Don't text back.

Don't text back.

It doesn't mean that you're ignoring me.

It doesn't mean that you're with someone else.

It doesn't mean that you're tired of me.

It doesn't mean that you think I'm annoying.

It doesn't mean you hate me,

although you probably will

when I tell you what I think about when you're gone.

Fuck.