My Unsent Letter

Hi you,

I hate you. No I don't. You didn't do anything wrong. You just don't care about me. Maybe even find me bothersome. So I'm not bothering you, even when I really want to talk to you. I know you are trying to be nice. Perhaps you were even relieved when I told you I'm gonna take a break from messaging you. I hate you. But I don't know you. I don't know your circumstances. I really want to know. I want you to share it with me. I don't even know why. That's it. I'm already feeling so small and you ignoring me makes me wanna creep in a whole. Like it's a shameful thing to be left hanging. To be ignored. Like I don't exist. Of course, you will say that's not it. Then what? Why am I even close to tears? We are practically strangers. Why is my heart aching? What do I do? Where do I go? How do I proceed? I hate you. Please dissappear from my view, my head, my awareness. Forget about me, absolutely. I will cross you out too. From every pixel of my phone and my memory. I will never look back to you.