I read your work.
Every piece of it.
But I'm too scared
to review.
Because you left me.
You said you were better
off without me.
And the sad thing
is I believe it.
Everyone's better off
without me.
That's why...
That's why I'm doing this.
You left me, remember?
You're better off, remember?
I'll use my razor blade
as a looking glass,
and look at myself,
the monster I've become.
And I'll remember you,
and your words
made
out
of
your
hate.
Do you remember me?
Because the blade and I
remember you.