It's a funny feeling, really.
Realizing that you don't matter to someone. Realizing that, after all this time, they couldn't care less of your well being. They having better things to do than to worry about the likes of you. Realizing that nothing you said to them, those nights you worried about them, none of that really matters. Then you start to think, see everything that you already knew was wrong with you. Too clingy, too whiny, annoying, pathetic, weak; it's all just reassured in your mind that all of that is true. I guess, it's not so funny after all.