I never realized how much I hate you.
You made me feel like shit for so fucking long and I wonder why I put up with you. Maybe it was hope. Hope That everything would change. Maybe it was love. Love for something I wanted more than anything in the world.
Now that I have a good thing going for me I can take a good enough look back and realize how much I hated you for all those years we were together. Everything you said to me and did to me made me think harder and over analyze shit to the point I hated myself more and more.
To Think of the things you made me do:
- Cut Myself
- Attempt Suicide
- Hurt People
- Lose My Family
- Lose Myself
- Lose Everything
- Push Friends Away
- Not Allowing Me To Have Friends
- Making Me Feel Worthless
- Making Me Feel Like I Wasn't Good Enough
Thank the Goddess I had people who helped me. Thank Everything above that I had will.
Thank god you're gone.
The Old Me Is Dead And Gone.