What about me? I love you so much... And I tried to
make you go away... I killed you and it didn't help.
And I hate it! I hate that it's *so* hard... and that
you can hurt me *so* much.
I know everything that you did, because you did it to me.
Oh, God! I wish that I wished you
dead. I don't. I can't.
Strong is fighting! It's hard, and it's painful, and it's every
day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together.
But if you're too much of a coward for that, then
burn. If I can't convince you that you belong in this world, then I
don't know what can. But do *not* expect me to watch. And *don't* expect
me to mourn for you, because...