i hate you. i hate what you've done to me, the destruction and rebuilding of a creature so completely incapable of being on her own. that even in love, i cannot find myself. in the day to day of the world i am lost, and angry, and bitter, quick to anger, slow to forgive.

my solace has been him, and even that i'm destroying. i know no other way to be, nothing else to do. i'm losing.

i did this. i killed it with my own hands, tore out the heart of something that could have been so beautiful.

all because i was afraid.