fuck you for fucking it all up. I already gave you everything. I stretched my patience with you so far, but why are your choices like this? I don't understand what I'm supposed to feel. It's like I know you but I don't really know you. Damn you, why are you like this. I just want to hurt you. I'd love to slap you over and over in person, but if we actually met I might just crumble and cry. I also don't want you to know that I saw the shit you've been doing. But damn you. I expected so much from you. We already broke up but I still expected a better you. It really hurts to see you like this, but that's your choice. I know you feel alone because I do too. Maybe it's better to feel it than bury it. I don't know. Sometimes I fucking hate myself for being too kind, for being too available, for being too understanding. But fuck. I don't want to wish you ill, but I hope you live a life so unhappy that you will always regret your choices.