You know how to kick me, especially when I'm down. You did, literally. But when I'm sad, & crying - you can never just be there for emotional support to tell me everything will be okay. No, you get mad. You yell at me. You blame me for putting you in a bad mood, & know exactly what to say to make me just wanna end my life. You're good at that, no. You're fucking amazing at making me want to hurt myself. Thank you, dear boyfriend. For making me go back to my old ways after years of recovery from it.