time won’t fly, it’s like i’m paralyzed by it. there is something inherently wrong with me, there was a shift somewhere along the way and i have existed in madness ever since. there was never a spell you cast on me, dark magic that drifted out of the tips of your fingers that were cast my way. this world is one i made all by myself. the antagonist portrayed herself as a victim and you, the throw away character all along. that specific pain is real, and it exists even now as i lie to myself. i metastasized that loss and made it my entire world. this is all i know, this is all i have felt for years, the pain of missing you and the pain of knowing it was only ever my fault.