i am my own weapon of self destruction. i don't know why i do it. i don't know why i try so hard to make you hate me. the things that i say. the things that i do. they only seem to cut our wound deeper. but the truth is, i end up hurting myself even more. even i don't get me.
i always thought love was enough to make us work. apparently it wasn't. or. you just didn't love me enough to want me as much as i want you.
i push you away. i can't stand the sight of you. i can't stand being near you. because all i would ever think of is how we could be, perfect. and so i leave. i tear you apart. i tear me apart. and then i destroy you. me. us. because i don't know how to live a life without you in it.
day 2. i died.
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