i can finally split the boy with passion like fire from the one who doesn't have the decency to look me in the eye. you're weak, and i didn't do this to you. you made your own choices. where is your backbone, your courage?. this mess isn't okay, but it doesn't even bother you what we've become. you're not ashamed, even regretful.
but thankyou; thankyou for making it clear who you are these days. it saves me guessing.