I am writing out of anger and disbelief.
You didn’t deserve me, not a single bit. I was innocent, fragile, fresh, and a little bit desperate. You knew that, I know you did. And you used that against me for I don’t know what fucking reason.
But don’t think in any second that I blame you for anything and everything that has happened. Because from the moment “this” started? It was my fault for letting myself fall for someone who pretended to want to catch me.
Fuck you and fuck me for that. What a shitty thing — to even think about it — to happen.
Painting by Jason D. Page