Why is it always okay to ditch me when I need you the most, or to take out your frustrations on me? But it's never okay when I do the same to you. I'm always in the wrong.

I screamed hard enough for neighbors to hear, yet you completely ignored me while you watched TV in the living room, and I was getting stabbed in the basement. All five of you. All five of my family.

You left me for months to work for your brother for free, despite he being loaded and us struggling to survive between bills. All the kids and teachers wondered why I cried so much out of nowhere. You'd drive my older cousins to school and had me take the bus and laughed with that woman who joked how it's okay for me to be suspended for being late because I was younger.

You'd never come to the interviews or my concerts. When you did, you were only there to yell at the school for wasting your time.

I was depressed and contemplating suicide. I was seeing therapists who urged you to be there. When you finally decided to go with me, you were just there to call it all BS, how we were all wasting your time.

Someone or something else is always more important than me. I'm always last in line for any kind of love but first up for abuse.

You're pissed when I ditched you. I remind you of what you've done and you "don't remember a thing, so they must've been trivial." I'm being resentful, unforgiving.

I've had enough of people. There is no point in dealing with people. People approach me only to use me. Heck, you MADE me only to use and abuse me.

The message is clear that instead of killing myself, I need to hop onto the other side. I learned a lot from you. I now feel empowered to pass down this knowledge to the next generation. First, I need to make the next generation. I will only make friends and build relationships for that purpose. Thank you for the enlightenment.

Good job getting rid of your POS significant other. Reminds of some great times when my family was shitting on me.

Good luck to you!