I hate what you did to me. You used my devotion and my inexperience and the moment I stopped being useful to you I was suddenly, so suddenly, on my own. Why is that so damn painful? I used to love my alone time, and now it makes me want to claw my own insides out. You made me into someone who couldn't live without you. You're not sorry for lying, and you really should be. If you really loved me, how could you replace me so easily? You should have cut me loose if you didn't want me… Instead you enjoyed the affection I showered you in, you let me believe we had something real. The worst part is that I still love you. I love you so much and I never ever want to see your name again. More than anything, I just want to forget I ever met you. Give me back my heart, you fickle manipulative parasite. It should never have been yours in the first place.