I just realized that I was someone to fill the void and nothing more. It sucks. I feel massive guilt and I am going to see a theripist for this whole situation. Her psychosis probably kicked in and I literally mean nothing to her. I will always be the bad guy in her book. I wish I was honest and told her that I did want us to be a thing for one last time, but I was scared of getting hurt. I cared so much that I gave her up so she learn self-love. The world sadly doesn't work that way. Our love was never real. It was all an illusion of "give it all or nothing." I've been losing my apetite, chronically online with Quora and Reddit to learn more about BPD, and sleeping for the most part. I have games in my library that I barely touch; so many unfinished shows and movies; books that I've abandonned just to be picked up 2 weeks later; and I stay in bed and rot.
Love sucks and I hate it. Nothing in that relationship was real. But why do I still care? I don't know myself. To her, every good memory was probably erased. That's what happens when you split. No matter how much I cry, "I want to move on!!!" I can't. I can't get out of my damn head. It was all an illusion. Even the sun sets alone.