I hate that I spent 8 years to be perfect for you, just to betray myself. I hate that you wouldn’t let me go until you were distracted with someone else. I hate that I’m left with healing when you have the privilege of masking. I hate that you thought you were good for me, when you never really were. I hate that you thought of me as a the bad guy, when you caused me so much damage. You projected your insecurities on me to break me down. Now i’m left with this permanent loss of myself. I wish I could have saved her sooner.
As much as I want to wish you well, I don’t.

















