Why did I do this to myself? You’d think I liked getting hurt. Maybe I do. Maybe I’m so used to it, I gravitate myself towards it. I allow myself to be used, then complain about it afterwards. The endless cycle spins on and on, ripping parts of me off every time it goes around. To step out of it would show strength. I have none to give. We both keep playing this game and we’re both losing. We’ll fall together, and there will be no one left to save us. It’s killing us to hold on, but letting go is too hard. Right and wrong are blurred. I crave your lies more than the truth. At least they made me happy for a little while.

I wish I never met you, that would solve everything.