You wanna know something I’m good at? Pushing the ones I care about away. I make them hate me sooner so when the time comes for one of us to leave, it’s easier. I don’t love or get attached because what’s the point? You get your heart broken and people don’t really care and you know it. I want you to stay but I don’t. I am a paradox. I am an oxymoron. I do not know what I want but I push away who I want. Don’t you understand? I’m doing this for you. For your good. You do not need someone like me in your life. You need someone good. Someone pure. Someone who is not me. All I am is a poison. I am a drug, a bad drug. You are just another victim. Number 43. Don’t say you will miss me, because you will become like them. Distant. Cold. No one misses me because I make sure of it. I do not cry, I do not feel. Do not keep coming back because I won’t allow you to. I pushed you away for a reason- for you to not come back. Don’t come back, I don’t want you.