Now I feel really meh about that Aussie chick. She'll never understand how I truely felt for her, all those things I did for her, and how much I appreciated her. No matter what I did it wasn't good enough for her to be able to see that. Her loss. She just used me for her own self-esteem never thinking about me in the slightest, and even when she did it was just an opportunity to make her feel good about herself and her "agency". None of those moments that we shared and that I remember looking back meant anything to her, and they never will. She was never interesed in me, and she'll never know anyone who would love her the way I always did, and even still now, my arm is always outstreched to her, but she'll never even bother to realise, so there's no point waiting. I don't feel bad about her, I feel bad about her gullibility, her indifference, her ignorance. As I said, it's her loss, not mine.