I can't believe that.
If I did I wouldn't be able to breath. If I believed that truth then I wouldn't be able to see clearly. If I believed that fact then I wouldn't be able to see the future me that I worked endlessly to achieve.
I can't believe that.
Why? What does it gain for me to end it all? What do I learn? That I am a bastard. That is what I learn. Note that was't just strong language for the sake of a point. No words have a purpose and my purpose is found in words. The little "I love you" statements make me feel worth it and the "You mean nothing to me"'s make me feel worthless. Honesty is something I have always found with words.
I can't believe that... It would leave me broken again.
Better me than her.