(I am not looking for sympathy. I've bottled this in for far too long, and I am writing it out here.)
Your definition of Love must be very different from mine. Love is not telling someone you know who cares deeply about you, that you still love them, but you're afraid to hurt them, then turn around and hook up with a new girl. Especially when I told you how I'd feel if you two got together. No, what you did was play with my feelings. You loved watching me suffer. You're the reason why I don't trust anyone anymore. Because of you I don't know what love is. You knew I never tell just anyone I love them. But as I said, I cut the strings I'm no longer your puppet. Thanks for leaving me broken. Because I've glued myself together again. And I won't let people like you break me again. Ever. Goodbye Agony.
Sinister