sometimes i think we were mirrors. eerily similar in idiosyncratic ways. sometimes the things you did mimicked so closely the things i did that it scared me. and maybe that was part of what kept me aloof — i've always hated myself, and seeing pieces of me reflected back in someone i could find no fault with confused me.

maybe we were just too similar.

and maybe that was our downfall — because we fed off each other, and when you were sad, i was sad; when i was sad, you were sad.

and you made me sad.

so i don't know which one of us can be blamed for this cycle. i only know i'm not strong enough to break it.