The things that make us similar makes me hate me...
Because I understand. And that makes me hate it even more.
How you can't see that maybe its breaking her. To see.
Like it broke me. And it's breaking you.
Shit. I can't think properly. I can't think anymore. I can't think.
Just know that everyone has a past. But we have to get through it. Maybe not forgive it. Or forget it...but he have to let it go.