The reality of it is, you’re going to move on. You already are. You reached your point where this isn’t what you want anymore and this is how you want your life to be. You want to be alone, you want to be doing your own thing and you don’t want me in the way of that anymore. All I ever was was a bother, I was a waste of space and a waste of your time. You didn’t want that anymore. I pushed you away and I made you hate me and I said a lot of things that were so harsh. I wouldn’t blame you if you did hate me. I’m not a good person, I’m a piece of shit. There’s no good in me. I feel I’m a bother to everyone. I really do wish I was dead, I wouldn’t at all cared if I were to die tomorrow. This pain is so unbearable, I’m crying every minute, I’m not eating, I’m sleeping everything away. I deserve all of the pain I’m feeling. I’m not a nice person. You’re probably relieved, and you’re probably so happy now. You’ll realize I was nothing but a bother in your life and someone’s gonna stumble along and make you really happy. I’m checking out. Don’t worry about me.
