Losing or giving up pieces of yourself is apart of life, and what generally matters at the end of the day is if you find other pieces worth keeping. Ive killed so many pieces of myself for you, to be able to stay with you, to stay happy with you. But Im not finding those other pieces, and now Im beginning to feel like half a person. Whats worse than that though? The more pieces I kill, the more time goes on, the more you seem to love me for it. Im wondering if I made the right decision, though either way, Im too ruined for anyone else now.