I get home and pretend every day I'm happy, that I love you and you love me.

But we both know it's all a facade.

You don't give a fuck about me! You're so good at acting, it could be your profession.

I don't care about you. I love Molly. I care about my friends. I love music. But I can't love you, not after everything.

If you find me dead, it's your fault. I cut because you make me feel worthless. I have to hide me as a person from you because I'm afraid. And that's fucked up.

So,

I hope you live a good life, away from reality.

Fuck you.