I stayed up until 3 in the morning calling you. Having pointless conversations, listening to music, just enjoying each others presence through the phone. You encouraged me, you told me I was good enough. I was hopelessly in love. I always thought you were as well, but alas, you proved me wrong. You started making me depressed. You caused me anxiety attacks. Started drama. You put me in a bad position. You were like everyone else. But I thought you were different. Oh how I was wrong. You break hearts as a hobby, and I was just another victim. Now tell me darling, do you like this monster I've become? You took and Angel and turned her into a demon, you must be proud of yourself. See you in hell babe.
