Breathe. Conceal your anger.  Think. Indirect aggression. Sarcastic appreciation. Use them, and dispose of them. Let go. 

  I don't know what to feel about you anymore. It feels like something adjacent to love,  one where I settled. A little more lonely, A little bit sad, But a lot more freeing. So, I guess it's not too bad. I don't care anymore about whether I cross your mind.

I don't know how to word this, but I guess I'm more than slightly annoyed by the fact that people try to take advantage of my perceived vulnerability. I don't want comfort from you; I don't even appreciate it; I know how you are. You give me a bad feeling. Everything from you feels insincere. 

I'm feeling starved. It's affecting me, but I rationalize that it isn't. I don't know.