I survived because I had to.

Away from the world I know, away from every expectations I had to be, in here I’m just me. Thank you, you. For I would never have be me, the me I am now without you. 

It took me this long, to finally understood why. To finally realised the closure in us, the closure you never gave. To finally look at what lies for my future which at the same time, fuck you. You, who destroyed me. 

I became you. I’m ruining another’s life in the same way you did to me. 

Now, I hate myself even more than before. I didn’t like the me I was and now I hate the me I am, I hate the things I do, but for the comfort, the freedom, I gave in. 

Freedom in exchange for diminished value of one self. 

Was it really worth it?

Where do I go now? What do I do now?