I can't recall a time you ever were honest with me. I'm really glad that you're gone. You were a senseless pig covered in powder and glitter. I should have recognized you for what you were, a short tempered, ill witted pile of trash. You would always only speak your mind with the smallest incentive that MAYBE i had my own wishes too, even then I listened to you. For two and a half years i let you consume me and drown my will in the bile of lies you excreted. You would manipulate me to do your bidding with the empty promise that i was your best friend and soul mate. You wanted to nest in my heart you when you felt you needed it but in turn had the audacity to deny me a shred of sympathy when I clearly needed it too. I had to be patient when you WOULDN'T, I had to calm the monster when you threw your tantrums and embarrassed me in public. You taught yourself to exploit my insecurities and leave me feeling empty. When you would worry about your weight and how you looked i would constantly tell you how beautiful i thought you were, I didn't care how fat you felt I still loved you anyway. You were perfect to me... but now? That's ruined! I tried my best to be good to you and although i wasn't perfect I at least I never actually had the intention to hurt you like you wanted to hurt me. People like you make me sick, swarming like maggots to whatever stimulus you can feed on. You thrive on nothing but your cannibalistic impulses and destroy everything I find pretty. I'm glad you're gone.