I hate myself. I hate whatever I did to hurt you. I know you hate me but there is no person on this earth who loathes my existence more than myself. Did you even care about me? You just left without a word, or an explanation, leaving me to suffer in my own thoughts. You always knew about the people who tortured me, but you knew the worst kind of pain that could be inflicted on me was to think about myself. You were right. I don’t want to live without you, even though you can’t do the same. I’m sorry.