It hurts me that you’re hurt. It hurts me even more when you push me away. I thought we were in this together.
I wonder if you’ll ever understand how truly messed up I am. I wonder if I want you to understand.
Why the fuck do you think it’s okay to treat your body like that? I’ve been there and done that and will do anything not to go back, and you’re heading face first into that pile of regrets.