Alone.

So I have come to the conclusion that I am alone in this world. (Either than my parents)

Brett told me today that he still loves me yet he's seeing someone else. He says that he's moved on and that he's happy that I've dated someone else since him and I broke up, but really I didn't date him we just did a lot of drugs, drank a lot and had sex. So he's moved on. He's seeing someone else.

It hurts. It really really hurts. I thought him and I would one day get back together. Someday soon. But no. We're not. He told me to tell him that I didn't love him anymore. Even if that meant lying to him so he could stop hurting and that he could be happy. So I did it. Of course I would. All I want is for him to be happy. So I told him that I didn't love him anymore. And he thanked me. So I asked him to tell me that he no longer loved me so I could move on and let him go, and he wouldn't say it. He said he would say it when he meant it. So he still loves me. 

This hurts so much.

I've also come to the realization that I really don't have any friends. That girls usually only contact me when they're having problems. And guys only talk to me when they want to have sex. I really have no one. No one that will just text me to see if things are alright. No one to call me to hang out. No one. No one. No one.

I'm all alone.