So maybe I was wrong to think so highly of you: to think that you were "different" and over all, worth it. Instead, I just got hurt- as if that was new to me. And you genuinely don't seem to care, which is sick. But this is a new kind of hurt, a new kind of pain. Because I actually fell for you, I gave you my all. You meant everything to me. And no one has ever made me feel the way you did. But you never really loved me. I'm not sure you even noticed that I have feelings that were abused by you in the most innocent sense. You underestimated my words, took them as what "kids" say, because I am just a kid to you. And I really thought you saw passed my age.