I kind of hate myself. But that’s cool, because I mean something to others, so I can’t just leave. It gives me a reason to lift my head every morning, and a reason to put it down at night.

I kind of hate myself.
I kind of hate myself, because of the choices that I made.
I kind of hate myself because of the choices that I made that affected nobody but me.

I can never forgive myself.
I can never forgive myself for throwing you away.
I can never forgive myself for throwing you away as though you were nothing.

I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for being blind.
I’m sorry for being blind, and not seeing how much of an asshat that I was.

You will read this.
You will know.