I'm a prime example that no matter how "good" a person seems they could very well be a terrible one.
I molested my best friend
and the person I love,
the person I vowed to protect.
Obviously,
I lost her.
Throw shade
hate me,
come to my house and **** me,
tell me in the comments
how you'd do it.
I don't care.
I know exactly how wrong I was.
It's been three days since
and the words
"Its ******* traumatizing"
are playing through my head whenever I'm alone.
Beyond losing the woman I love,
she told me there's a chance we could be friends again,
I don't deserve it in the slightest.
I know that.
I know
and
I can't stop hoping that is true.
I am worthless.
I am quick to say
treat others with respect.
The hypocrite of the millennia award goes to me.
The world would be a better place
if my skull were to paint the pavement.
Who knows.
The only thing
keeping me from killing myself
is that I promised you I wouldn't.
On the other hand
I've broken one of the most important promises
I've made to you.
So why not break one more?