I wish I had never met you.
I wish nothing ever happened.
You told me this would happen and I refused to believe that I wasn't enough.
I am slowly turning into someone I hate and it will become the blind leading the blind.
I can't be like you; hating the prison I am confined to.
And the craziest part is that I was actually okay with it being like that.
I'm like a fucking masochist or something.
We all are, I suppose.
We do it to ourselves.
Your plague is contagious and I can't mistake pain for pleasure anymore.
