I am distraught. The voice telling me I don't matter and nobody cares about me is deafening.

I wish I hadn't texted you because you saying you would talk to me tomorrow when you don't actually want me to come and for C to come instead didn't feel good. I felt invisible and ashamed. I really liked the second text you sent when I reminded you, but there has to be a reason I feel all weepy now.

I think it was a mistake to go against my impulse to withdraw. I've been too vulnerable and now I'm paying the consequences.

I want to text you that I hate you, but that's uncalled for and is not the way I want to manage my distress.