Mid-step.

I kid myself these days that you're somewhere miserable and sorry but I know you're not. I hope you are.

I was never the person to play games and I thought you know that by now. You of all people. I am still mad at your words thrown carelessly and your insensitivity. I can feel my pulse racing every time I remember and it makes me want to scream and cry.

I hate you for thinking such lowly of me. I hate myself for crying and feeling bad even though I know that you're the one at fault. More so, I hate you for making me hate myself.

You brought out one of my worst character and I won't forgive you because of it for as long as I remember. Until such time I forget, you will never be forgiven of it. How did you make it possible to make me hate you so much I am holding a grudge?

After this, I won't be that easy to "find" anymore. If you really want to find me, you know where to look. Not that you'd bother, anyway, being the foolish insensitive prick that you are.

I am cutting whatever personal bridge that connects us. This way, you'll have no reason to doubt me for after this, there won't be any "me". Maybe this is rash and selfish but stuff it.

Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

Have a great life.

With every death comes a new life. A new step lands tomorrow.