I honestly feel like I have a deep cut in my chest that will never fully heal itself. 

You are one of the kindest people I’ve ever known. I wish we talked more frequently because I think you actually have the capability of helping me. 

Tell me is it crazy for me to want something from you which never really existed to begin with. Is it ridiculous, that at that age, being only 16 then, I took your words to heart and stored them in me. Is it insane that I can’t let go of someone who was never rightfully mine. Is it weird that you embody everything which repulses me in a person, yet you are the only one that I actually want. Is it desperate of me to repeatedly apologize to someone who does not want my apology, or does this make me the better person. Does holding on make me weak, or does it make me strong. 

I don’t want anyone else but you to talk to me.

I don’t think I could hate anyone more than I hate myself.