It eats at me, feeling this way about someone I used to love. I know they are still out there somewhere, with no regrets about what they have done. They said they could forgive me, but I don't think we've treated each other equally. I think I'm better than that, and even when I thought I could before, after our last encounter I have realized they are not worth my forgiveness. Not with their lack of regret and care for what was left behind. I apologize for writing another one of these, I don't really care for vent journals because it just makes people who don't even know me feel bad for me while they're also in a position of unable to provide any kind of support. It's just something that's been on my mind for a while and I think I will be able to relax a bit more if I just spout it out into the void already. For everybody besides the one who knows this is about them, please do not concern yourself with this or me. I will be well, I will be content, I have new friends who actually care.