I do this.

I seem to think I'm the victim.

I'm not. I've hurt just as much as I've been hurt. But maybe there's something wrong with me. I think there's a reason things don't work out and you all end up hating me.

5/10 times its not you, its me who's fucked up.

What do I really want? I think I know, then one little happens and I can't let it go. And I get scared. "He's not right. He did this. He'll do it again. Blah blah fucking blah."

I'm scared.

I wish I wasn't. I'm sorry for hurting you. And you, and you and you. You all deserve better. And I deserve what I have after you all leave.

Nothing.