Sometimes I don’t know what happened to us.
It spiraled out of control and for awhile I lost who I was, I became a piece of you and forgot about my own happiness.
I tried for four years to make you happy but for some reason I was never good enough.
I’m not claiming to be perfect but I never deserved to be treated the way you treated me. I loved you more than I loved myself and that was probably the problem.
You are a sociopath, an inconsiderate person that never cared about breaking my heart, and now my heart can’t break anymore because the pieces are splattered on the walls, doing nothing but slowly sinking into the carpet and staining my existence.
You married another fucking woman, for Christ’s sake, and came to visit me when you had a god damn girlfriend.
Why I put up with it, I don’t know..
I believed your lies, your stupid beautiful drunken lies and now I hate you. I fucking hate you. The more I think about it I don’t care to ever see your fucking face ever again. Your mustache looks stupid by the way, shave it off you look like a pedophile. I’m glad last night happened, I hated the way you touched me, I hate your kisses, I hated being with you. I just want my bra back. I hate myself for ruining a relationship over you, for becoming an alcoholic, I hate myself for loving you and love myself for hating you.
I can’t even write anymore, I can’t even breathe I’m so fucking pissed now.
I’m done thinking about you, and I hope you know you lost the last person that actually gave a damn if you live or die.