Every day, you look at people and you judge them, for being different, for not being like you, for having scars, baggage.. for being broken. But you don’t have any idea what they’ve been through, what made them that way, nor do you take the time to try and understand. Some people have experienced more pain than you could even imagine, and not everybody is capable of dealing with it. If only you could walk a mile in their shoes.. who knows how you would end up.

It’s funny because with all the time you spent pointing the finger at me, putting all the blame on me like I was supposed to be able to handle all the shit you threw my way without eventually walking away, it’s like you never stopped to think about how I’d be feeling either. If you can accuse me of never caring about you in the first place just because I’ve found a way to be happy single, I could just as easily accuse you of never caring about me either. I could say, if you actually loved me, you wouldn’t want to bring me down and make me upset just so that you can be at ease with yourself. I could say, if you really loved me, you wouldn’t try to destroy the only ounce of happiness I had managed to find in the past couple months. I could say, if you truly loved me, you would want what’s best for me even if you weren’t it. I could say, that you never even knew me at all. I could say all of it, but I know it’s not true. And unlike you, I wouldn’t try to erase every little bit of your happiness and try to replace it with guilt, because you deserve happiness.. It’s just too bad that you try to achieve it at my expense.