To care for someone and be told you're not worth their time.
It is far crueler when they took the time prior to convince you that they were going to be permanent. To convince you that you were wrong and that you were worth enough that someone could know you fully and stick around.
Only to suddenly turn around and accuse you of things you'd never realized were in you. And so many things you feared were.
It's even worse that this person has earned enough trust as to make you rebelieve these things you've struggled to surpass.
Because this person was your best friend.

But oh well. How can it hurt when you knew it was coming? No it can't. I've cried twice. Once when this started and for exactly two minutes since it ended. Now it is over and I can put it away. It's not hard. No it's not hard. Because this time I cannot be broken.
I'm already fractured.

Needless to say for anyone who for some inconcievable reason views my art I will be posting no more till I can harness this little niggle of abandonment into something constructive. I've already begun. See how flowy I made this journal? Nice.