I really want to show up at your house crying to show you what you’ve done. Maybe then you would care about how much you messed up.
I don’t understand how you managed to fuck up my life so many times. You told me that you wanted to marry me while we were dating, but what happened?
How is it that you can screw up my life so many times, and watch me cry, and watch me cut, and watch me go insane, and just feel nothing? If all you can remember is the sex, like you told me, then was that all I was?
Oh my god, I feel like these questions are repeated so many times, but you never answer them. I don’t think you even have an answer for them.
I have so many insecurities now because of you.
Why can’t you fix it anymore?