I talked about him, missed and hated him, and thought of you.

I will always destroy the ones I love. Everything I touch turns to stone. Medusa hands, killer mind. Everything falls apart eventually because I'm too fucked up to do anything.

I wish I was someone else with a different past, different face and life. I wish I could be the person I let you believe I am.

You don't deserve this shit. I'm sorry.