Just like the word hate, love is a strong word as well, but you have no idea how to love. Blame it on your disorder if you want, but you are the one making the choice not to get into treatment. By me continuing to love you and be you're friend, I'm not helping you; I'm not doing you any favors. Like an addict you have to hit rock bottom before you get help... .maybe. Feel my loss, feel my pain, feel my sadness, feel my broken dreams and heart... .assuming you're even capable of feeling another's pain which I seriously doubt in your self-absorbed world. So this is it. The end. Forever.I did not cause this. I can not fix you. I have to take care of myself and pick up the shattered pieces of my heart. And you of all people cannot help me in this. It is what it is.
Not only will you put them back together, you will put them back together differently. More resilient. Stronger. Smarter.
And you will have weak moments. But you
will get through them.
Always remember that, no matter how bad you feel, it won't last. It will pass. Hang in there.