I love you. I miss you. Even though you hurt me until the point that I’ve cried myself to bed every night for a year, and when I text you you laugh. But I guess, I love you because I love the pain. I guess, if there’s no pain then I don’t feel anything at all. You cheated on me with my “best friend”, but yet I miss you. Help. I’m drowning in all of your lies. I guess this is my goodbye letter to you, and to life. Goodbye filthy world.