never again

I deleted every single detail of him on my phone. His pictures. His messages, his number.

I'm really depressed. I thought we were for real. I cannot accept it anymore.

He called me this morning, telling me he was really drunk yesterday, and that his phone is wet and fucked. As if that will make everything okay.

I told him off, and after that, there weren't anymore calls or messages. I guess that's it. That's it. That's it.

That's it. That's it. That's it. That's it. That's it.

I will never fall in love again. Never. It is not worth hurting myself again.