I wish you were better. I wish that you weren't toxic. I wish I could get a hand on my disorders so I could've loved you better. I prayed and prayed to God to save you and to save me so we could be together endlessly, but He didn't answer me. And I think that's for the best. I don't want you in my life anymore. You did the one thing I begged you not to do and you did it on purpose to hurt me. You intentionally hurt me. While everything I have done since the day I met you was to make you happy, whether that be with me or... her. I gave up everything, I killed myself so you guys could be happy, and you still try to drag me down and hurt me.
