Im physically sick.
I feel dead.
Emotionless; but at the same time, just barely keeping my composure.
I was betrayed by not just one, but TWO people.
I hate this.
I hate myself for feeling this.
I hate myself for letting you in.
I hate myself for trusting you.
I hate myself for everything.
This was all my fault, but still.
Enjoy your life.
It'll be so much better without me in it.