The damage you’ve done is too great and too unbearable to think about, I hate you. I loved you I really did and now I’m left with the scars you made. I’m trying to be better, better for my new lover, for my best lover. It hurts and it never truly went away, only replaced with rage and spite. Nothing seems normal anymore. I hate you more than you made me hate myself. I’m glad I’ll never see you again.