i wish i had never met you. i always thought i actually needed you in my story because you toughened me up. except. i didn’t need to be toughened up, whatever the fuck that means. because of you i’m hyper sensitive, and have issues with creating emotional connections. and then, after all this time, when I’m finally coming to peace with what happened to me, you have the guts to tell one of my closest friends that i was the bad one. that i treated you badly. you have the guts to go around, telling people who were and might still be my friends, that i’m a monster. isn’t it tiring though? to live a lie? i tried it. tried pretending i was fine, that i was gonna survive it alone, without anyone’s help. it worked for a while, but then it crashed down. don’t live a lie. i thought i needed to forgive you in order to find peace, but that’s also a lie. all i need is to stay the fuck away from you and reconnect with myself. but don’t worry. i’ll stay as far as possible. but karma will one day come back, and you’ll pay for what you did.
