I used to love reading your writing.
I would sit at night and go through your story. Not the fanfictions but you're other stories. The ones about your mind and feelings. I used to read them and smile because they were about you being in love and being happy and being free. I read them because seeing you happy, even in text, made me happy.
But now I read them and they are filled with sadness, with hate, with anger and hurt. I read them and I realise what a monster I am. What I did to you. I can never forgive myself for hurting you. I could use an excuse like "being like this makes me question everything" or "feeling like this makes me need time alone" but I won't do that. You don't deserve excuses. You deserve happiness. And I ruined yours.
Im sorry.
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Excerpts from a book I'll never write
ПоэзияJust a book filled with my erratic thoughts and stories that will never become more than a few sentences on a page. I'm really bad at writing so I wouldn't get your hopes up
