I don't really know how to feel about this.
I thought that once you were out of my life, I'd feel happier, knowing that there was no longer any pretence. But now, I feel sad, and regretful. Despite the fact that I know some of you thought nothing of me, perhaps others actually cared. Amongst the times I wished I could run away from it all, were the times that I loved being apart of it. Is it worth saving, considering you have yet to save me?