Sleepless nights are bitter oblivion.

I am the worst thing that has ever happpened to you.

I'm saying it now, plain and simple. Look at your words and look at the center of the problem: me. I feel selfish saying it but I suppose it's true. That I'm the core of your broken, that I didn't fix you but I glued you together in the worst way and let go. Now it's like I'm watching you through plexiglass, where you can't hear me or see me and nothing can break through it because there's nothing left to salvage anymore.

I have this thing with people. Everybody lies, everybody hurts. Don't give them the chance to do it and you won't have these problems: trust no one and no one can hurt you. I've lived life with no real friends, with many enemies and paranoid eyes watching everything. But I've made it this far. For once in my life, I let myself be completely and utterly vulnerable with another human being. I let them reach inside and touch something special.

Now every cruel word and moment where you told me I'm stupid, ridiculous, irritating... that eats away at me like a knife. I've had so many nights curled up, bawling because I can't figure out why I'm not fucking good enough for you. But I guess it doesn't matter now.

You aren't mine. I'm not yours (in the same way that I never was, really).

And this is goodbye.