It was all the same all my pride and shame.

It hurts... It kinda fucking hurts.
It didn't particularly hurt or upset me when I saw you two walking hand in hand
Only really hit me now as I'm lying in bed, alone. A victim of my thoughts. Unwanted memories just keep resurfacing and I just can't fucking stop them. Am I doing this to myself or does my mind like to torture me?
I hope she knows what she's getting in to with him. I thought I was safe with him... She probably does too. I just hope she doesn't figure it out like I did.