My reaction to the circumstances at the very least, ridiculous and immature. I made many assumptions when I should of just asked fucking questions. Jealousy reared its ugly head. Secrets and mistrust. The most painstaking part is losing you which I sabotaged, though we were doomed to fail due to life choices and stark differences. A post breakup where most of my mental capacity was wasted, and precious time spent deliberately distracted. I once thought you were cold and distant, leaving me confused and vulnerable as prey. One minute, I harboured immense hate and the next, a tremendous love. I walked a thin line with you. I pushed you away as you pulled. I pulled as you pushed. You clinged to others in attempts of extracting what we both know I am to you. I clinged to my demons and vices in attempts of extracting what we both know you are to me. Self-soothing techniques to bypass insecurities and reality. JESUS. What a ride.