I don’t want to believe that I hurt you that much. That I’ve destroyed everything.
However, it’s about time I gave all of this a straight, sober face.
I want you to know there will be no more abusing/cutting/smoking anymore. But sleeping pills are a must have at this point. I’m even able to hold back the tears.
I won’t give you trouble anymore. This includes getting high and using that as an excuse to bug the shit out of you. I want you to smile real smiles and laugh real laughs. I want to see that you’re happy and realize you’re better off without me.
Feel free to tell me how much of a bitch I am.
Chances are I’ll agree.
I still love you and I still miss you. But I don’t want you to be in pain because of what I’ve done to you. To us. You deserve so much better, love.
I’m here if you ever need anything.