…you only see what I say and take offense to it. Use it to fuel your hatred of me. You don’t see it as an expression of all the things that hurt me.
Since even written existence only leads to your further discontent of me, I am once more going to disappear. For good?
That’s how you’d like it right? My existence –of any sort –even at a concert far away from you by myself makes you want to stuff me in an isolated box. How Eminem.
You want to find ways to hate me so you can no longer care.