I look into the mirror and wonder how I became like this. I’m not unhappy, but nor am I happy. It’s this weird state that I have been in since you left me. The thing is you didn’t really leave me. But nor are you with me. I feel like I have no morals now. You’re with someone else, but I let you cheat on them. I enable you to do something horrible because I just want to be with you so bad. I still love you and you know that and you use it to your advantage. I can’t bring myself to hate you and I hate that. I hate all of this because I don’t like who I have become. I feel lost and I don’t like who looks back at me in the mirror. But I don’t mind because while I don’t have you. She doesn’t have you either.