28. Goodbye is a word

I’m tired of this hateful game you want me to keep playing. I guess it’s really time to make a proper and clean cut on this thread that is red only because blood has spilled on it.

Yet again, you’d probably think you’re the victim here despite what has been said and done. It’s unfair. But then, life is never fair to anyone. You probably never shed a thought that maybe, maybe there was once a someone who cried every night because of you. I don’t know. Maybe you did, but it doesn’t matter now because broken glass can never be whole again and you can only shatter it so many times before it becomes as insignificant as sand, trodden underfoot without a second glance. There’s no undo button in life and you don’t know how to value a second chance. Or the chances that follow, for that matter.

But understand (although I doubt you truly would) that I do this not because I hate you. For even after everything, I still cannot come to hate you. No. This is something I have to do for myself, because I have respect for my being and respect is not letting myself be stepped on, especially for no good reason.