No, just no.

Did you ever even love me?

Or was that just so I would do what you wanted?

Either way, I’m hurt, and I feel disgusted with myself, because it was all for you.

I love you.

Why would you do that? You know everything about me.

I’m mortified to be myself. I hide, I put up walls. Just so seeing you every day of the week isn’t so painful.

You built me up, and destroyed me, just like that.

Fuck you, you’ve ruined me, and everything I stand for.