Have I always been the problem when it came to us? Did I dump too much on you at once? Was I not enough? When I told you I had a bad day, was it annoying? Idiotic? Stupid? Last year when I almost killed myself at 2am that night, did it bother you to the point where you simply stepped away from the screen and let me figure it out? Is that why you never came back? Is that why you lied and left for months? Is that why you don't talk to me now? Was my only purpose in your life simply for your damned sexual desire? Were your fingers crossed behind your back when you told me you loved me every time? Or did you mean it, but not the way I ever did? Have you ever worried about me back then? Do you ever worry about me now? Are there things you still wish to tell me after all this time? Or maybe you truly hate me. Maybe I never truly mattered to you. Maybe I really was the problem when it came to us.