I've been diagnosed for a couple of months now. A year and a half ago, I met this guy that I really liked. He liked me too, but he's an idiot. He told a bunch of people that he liked me, I found out, and when I asked him, he told me he had a girlfriend. He cut off all contact with me. Yes, he did the right thing to cut off contact, but no one made him say he liked me. But people vilify me because they consider me the other woman, despite not knowing about his girlfriend. And he's a good guy, right? Because despite a mistake he made, he's choosing his relationship.

I've always been a shadow. In my family, in school, with other romances. I've never had a guy like me back. They're not together anymore, but I'll never forgive him. I don't care how sorry he is. Nothing he can ever say or do will repair the damage he caused. I don't care that he still likes me. Because he still does. He made me want to die. I hate him. Don't hate me for being upset with him. Don't tell me to be happy that he chose another girl. Don't tell me that I'm selfish for hating him. I just wanted what everyone else has.