You made me hate not just myself, or yourself, but also everyone and everything around me. You made love feel so unjust and unfair, that I was prejudiced against it, you made me feel like my feelings for you were fruitless, you made me feel like my existence was a flaw in humanity. You have a brutally beautiful way of making me feel guilty, of making me despise all that surrounds me, of making me feel like I'm always the one at fault. And I, I just sit here, forcing myself to breathe in this air that feels like thick mist, I'm trying to dazzle the way I used to before I got belittled, before I was too dazed by your love. I **** you, I **** you for making me feel this way, for making me inhuman and cold, my once indulgent heart that is now stone cold.

But I also don't want you to writhe in these invisible chains that cradled me, I don't want you to suffer with the disenchantment that I suffered with because **** it, I'm so much more than cursing you with all the pessimism that now has become a part of me.