Sharing is caring, but I don't care

I've been fighting with these feelings. I've been trying to keep you in my mind as if you were something worth remembering.

Truth is... I don't think you longer remember me. I don't think you ever think about the good times nor the bad times. I don't think I've ever popped into your mind at all. I don't think you care about me anymore.
Which is sad. So, I'm telling you now: I need to stop.

It's not like I think about you all the time. It's not like I replay every single memory of you. It's not even like I miss you. I might miss you and me together, but I've never missed you alone.
I must admit I do think of you much more than I should. I think if you're ever coming back. But the thought that haunts the most is the one that wonders if you ever think of me.

But I've come to realize one thing. You're not the person I thought you were. You've disappointed me. You've let me down. You've made me feel the saddest I've ever felt.
It's time for me to not care at all. It's time I let you go 'cause I can't think about someone who doesn't care about me at all. I can't miss someone who doesn't deserve to be missed. I am worth so much more than this. I deserve way better. I need to stop torturing myself with the thought of you. I need to stop being so afraid of you forgetting me.

So I decided that I no longer care.

And I know I've said it a thousand times and anyone can reread past entries and say I always end up writing about you again and again. But I swear this time I mean it. I'm going to forget you.