Anger swirls in the pit of my stomach. My head is clouded with questions. My eyes sting from holding back tears. Chills form all over my body and I can hardly breathe. You claimed I made life worse for you. you placed the blame right on top of my shoulders expecting me to cary it all. how can one make your life any worse when they are not a part of your life? I walked out months ago. I left you to rot in your own self pity because I was so sick and tired of you making life so difficult for yourself; and here you are again, trying to make me feel sorry for you. you're like a parasite tying to squirm your way into my conscience, eating away at my every ounce of happiness as you dwell in my heart. 

I wanted to love you. My entire philosophy is centered around love; that was before I met you. Before I met you, hate was never in my vocabulary, But you've manipulated me one too many times and I am done trying. Instead of begging for help, help yourself and stop leaning on others. I am not your crutch!