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Our entire existence, as human beings, is a complete contradiction. To understand this, is to understand our place in this world, our time in this society, our direction. We like to pretend we know what we’re doing. We like to pretend we’ve got it all together. We like the dominance we think we deserve. We like the power trips.  We lie and we cheat. We’re built in a world where it’s impossible to be selfish. Our human nature is to be selfish. We’re a social species but put individual needs before general needs. We don’t know anything. I’m not saying there aren’t good people in the world; There are. The problem is that good people come last. We like to fantasize and lie that good deeds return to us, but let’s have a reality check. Who’s our president? Who do we read about in our text books? Who’s Hitler? How about the KKK? Explain to me why I know more about bad people than I do good. Explain to me why the selfish are the most wealthy. Explain to me why the cold and the heartless...
The words “I need you” are unpleasant. Please don’t ever tell me you need me. Don’t ever make me feel like I’m your reason. Don’t excessively depend on me. Don’t tell me you need me. Don’t put that weight on my shoulders. That weight is overwhelming. That weight is unwanted. That weight is tiring and threatening. Don’t tell me you need me.  It’s not romantic to be needed. It’s not passion. It’s not admirable. I hate it. 
Here I go again, being bad. Here I go again, breaking you apart. Here I go again, draining your existence. I make you happy. That’s why you stick around. I also make you ache. Your body, your mind, your soul, it all aches because of me. And I don’t care. I bring your hopes up. I convince you I’m yours, only to bring you down, not subtly, but I completely shatter you. You know this. You don’t walk away. You know I don’t really care for you. I don’t really want you. I just like the control I have over you. I like how submissive you become under my touch, under my demands. I like how easily I can manipulate you. I like how utterly addicted and lost you’ve let yourself become. I’m your drug. You can’t leave me. I will destroy you. And you will let me. 
Him. Think about all the times that you played me. Think about all the times you lied, led me on, made me think you'd leave him for me. Don't you understand? you broke me, you broke my friend, you broke anyone else that crossed your path. You were a hurricane destroying everything in your way. But man.. you did it so beautifully. You did it in a way that made me believe it was okay. I admired how destructive you were. I was drawn to your every move. I believed every word you said. I believed your wreckage was unintentional. You were damaged. You were broken. You just needed to be fixed.  I was wrong. You stormed your way through our hearts in complete awareness and left the pieces to melt away. You are the reason we became cold. You are the reason I became afraid. My fear led me to become guarded, and I promise no one will ever destroy me the way you did.