It’s been one whole year as of a few minutes ago. I would’ve never broken up with you had I known you would go from my favorite dream to my worst nightmare. I see you get public commendations for your work while I’m left wanting to die at just a glance. You’ve done such horrible things and yet seem to get off scott free, and I simply can’t understand why. I can understand less why sometimes I don’t even want you to have consequences myself. I just wanted to be happy with myself… but you made that the one thing I can’t do anymore. I can’t take it.