Thinking of you now.
Feeling the blood coming out of my leg.
Will the cuts on my skin make you sad?
Certainly. Like all the other times.
Will you think that it was because of you?
I hope, because it was.
The very first time it was because of you.
Well, you deserve to be sad.
But then, I think about all these moments, all these years which we spent together.
How long has it been? Ten years? Longer. Maybe fourteen.
And then, I just realise how much I love you.
While I write this, I feel the pain.
Do I deserve it for hating you?
But then, I think about how good this pain feels.
I've already sent you so many messages to tell you that I hate you.