You left me heart in hand at the alter, disappeared without so much as a word, nothing except the coldest shoulder. While not even given any single ounce of closure, I lost it, I lost my mind along with my composure. Became a recluse, a pessimist, began living life like a lone wolf avoiding any and all human contact norms, being sought out to be some type of mean spirited misanthrope. But what more was I presumed to be, I was living a life of misery without any real company. Therefore not even my misery had anything to love, I was just empty and numb. I was angry, furious, outraged. I knew better, but I still let u get the better of me as u left me with the absolute worst inside of me while you were just so sketchy about it and vague. The world is nothing but a stage, and I was second leading role with you playing first as I was just along for the ride paved with chaos and havoc down the line of intersections consisting of deceit and defeat where u crashed the car at a point in time, which by then we were just too far, and u had somehow put on the performance of a lifetime.