The Pros and Cons of Breathing

I want to hate you. I want to hate you so much. But I can't. I want to blame you. I want to blame you for all of it. But I can't. I want to say that everything that happened was your fault. But I can't because it wasn't.

It was mine. I fucking hate myself for it. I hate myself more than I hate you; which isn't hard because I don't hate you. It was my entire fault. I was the one who made you break up with me because I pushed you to it. I made you want to get rid of me because I made you hate me.

I'm sorry; I can't help the fact that I'm a man. We men do pretty stupid things when we're tempted. That's all it was: temptation. I don't love her; I love you. You don't love me anymore though because I did something stupid.

I was even more stupid to let you catch me. That's why I hate myself; I don't really regret it.

AN: Nothing to say really. Apart from the fact that I'm in pain because I got a tooth taken out and the root had been pushed under my other tooth so it hurt like a bitch. I'm only just getting feeling back now. Oww. R&R