Sometimes the person you're being cruel to might not be the right one. But then, it's not the wrong one too.
Because in order to be kind to one you have to hurt the other.
So either way, you'll still feel like a monster.
I feel like a monster.
I love you, best friend. A lot. And I don't know why I did what I did, and I don't even know if I should regret it or not, but all I know is that I can't undo it.
I wish, though, that nothing ever happened. And that nothing ever started.
