I mourn the living as if they were dead, because in the end, it won’t matter anyways. I’ll never see you again, will I? I will never heal from this. This wound will continue to fester until the day my heart stops. I’ll never trust anyone again. I will simply use people and then toss them away when I’m done with them. I’ll fulfill my needs by any means necessary, and never apologize or take responsibility for my self serving behavior, just like you. Your weakness of character and complete lack of dignity or moral conviction are your fatal character flaws. That’s why you cant be sober and alone with your thoughts. You hate yourself.