You make me want to kill myself

Your mere presence makes me want to distance myself from you. Your “kind” actions disgust me; all you ever showed me was your hypocrisy, when from the very beginning you did nothing but talk shit about me with your friends. I truly appreciated you, but all the affection you gave me was fake, just like you. Your decisions shaped me into despising you. I put you above everyone I loved, and you only spat on me from above. I wish I had never met you, but your first impression was like that of an angel, and that really confused me when you showed your horns. I thought I was the wolf between the two of us, but in reality I was a stupid bait rabbit. You used my own words to take away what I wanted just for fun, and that makes me angry—knowing that it was all just a game to you.