But majority of the time, I would just slap myself because I knew we've gone through a lot. That it barely kept me sane. And now I would just say... "I'm leaving you because you'll be happier with her."

But when saying those words in my mind, trying to find a good sentence to lessen the pain, I realized that you'd be miserable without me.

THIS. IS. BULLSHIT. If I can, I've hung myself over a tree, run through glass windows and jump off cliffs. But no, I only have one fucking life. And I guess, I should live it to the fullest.