There is no word or series of words that could possibly express how dissapointed I am right now. I figured you out, from the tips of your toes to what's in your head, I know your type and I know you could be better. Instead, you wallow in filth and it's upsetting to hear about all the things you once were. It's upsetting that you're doing to people what others apparently did to you. I never had a bad intention but you were simply made of them.
This is irrational.
I should hate you; I should want to see you beaten and bloody.
But I can't bring myself to feel anything more then empathy.
It fucking sucks.
You make me feel the worst I ever have in such a long time, and I can't even muster up the heart to wish something negative onto you.
Yeah, I'm the one who deserved to be hurt.
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