So...
I think out of everyone you loved you hurt me the most. Now I hate you. I have given you so many chances that it's left me wondering "Can I even make anyone happy". My love... so foolish. I'm so scared of hurting someone like I hurt myself. That's why I'm so lonely now. The old me is a ghost who haunts my memories wishing to be real again, how can you be someone who is dead? Spooky.
