Asking me if it's a chore to love you.

I just can't. 

I can't. 

Then you tell me that you just want to reconnect.

Like it's MY FAULT?

All I did yesterday was what I always do: swallow my needs so I can support you, talk you through your self-hate, the works.

All I've done today is do what I always do: support you, sacrifice my needs. 

You don't even love me. You haven't loved me in so long. Why am I here? Why can't I move on?