He left me. He told me that he played with my heart, knowing that he'd probably damage it, for no good reason. That he's been selfish, and he's used me.

He apparently has been wanting to walk away from me for some time, but always prodded me to do the breaking so that it would be MY decision-so he wouldn't have to feel bad about it. I never wanted him to go, so I never caught onto the hints.

It ended in (my) tears, right before I peeled out and cried my way home, being sure to set the cruise control so I wouldn't kill myself. For some reason, despite my passive suicidality, I still take some precautions.

I'm such an idiot.