1) Every time I tell you I’m okay you believe me. Either that or you know I’m lying but you just don’t care enough to find out what’s wrong.

2) You feed me so much bullshit about how you’ll “always be here for me” yet even when I beg for help you don’t want to know. Then I start hating myself because I was actually naive enough to believe you’d come and save me, just like you used too.

3) You mess with my head so much. One week, you’re organising afternoons together, expecting me to go along with it. But the next, I won’t even hear a word from you.

4) You run away from everything. Whenever things get tough or you don’t like the situation, you avoid it so much you eventually find a way to get out of it. But guess what? You can’t hide forever.

5) All my favourite songs and places are ruined, I regret ever making them ‘ours’. I regret never keeping anything for myself, everything I had I shared with you, and everything we shared you took when you left, leaving me with nothing but a broken heart.

6) You never take responsibility for anything you say or anything you do, you never have. Why do you think you can go around destroying everything in your path, then never be blamed for the trail of mess behind you.

7) You make me feel so ashamed and disgusted for the things I’ve done, when really it should be you feeling like this because you’re what’s driven me to it. You’re what’s made me return to the drinking and the smoking, when you were the reason I stopped all that stuff in the first place. You’re the reason my new best friend is a blade and is no longer you.

8) You’ve ruined my trust, my hope, my happiness and my whole concept of love being pretty and perfect, all things I’ll never fully get back. But if that wasn’t enough for you, don’t worry, because I let you ruin my skin too. Now every time I see my scars, I get a constant reminder of you.

9) I wish you’d let me win all those ‘I love you more’ fights we got into. Because look, I was right wasn’t I? And actually, I’m starting to doubt whether you ever loved me at all, because if you loved me, you wouldn’t have hurt me so much and caused me all this pain.

10) I hate the way after everything that’s happened, after everything you’ve done, it’s still always me apologising for something. It’s always me holding back on what I say and being careful about which words I use. Because unlike you, I’m actually aware of those things called feelings, and for some strange reason I still refuse to hurt yours. Not because you don’t deserve it, don’t worry you defiantly deserve it alright, but because I’m a better person and I won’t stoop to your level.