More than two years it was, yes. And more than two years have I stayed doubtful of you. Hardly anything really personal about you, was there a valid proof. We were in a long distance relationship and all I did was try and believe you – give my fucking all just to tell myself the words, secrets, confessions between us were true. We broke up recently and I just… I want to let this out. I’m fucking tired of bottling it in. I hate you for making me who I am now: i hate myself, i have an anger problem, everyone i see i think is shady as you. I fucking hate this. But I’m fucking over you. I’m free. I’m not suffocating anymore. I can finally breathe.