You did it. You finally broke me. Go ahead and change everything, hurt me more, be one of them… You chose them, didn’t you? Of course you did… I’m nothing to you. I’m just a woman, an object to be poked and prodded, to be used for procreation, aren’t I? Well, f*** you too. I’m sick and tired of you pushing me around. You’ve called me a b****, a controlling b****, and a fatass. I’M UNDER ONE HUNDRED POUNDS BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU A******! …I hope you’re happy… Because due to my love for you, even if you do become scary when you’re angry… Or if you truly do hate me now… I can never hate you.. I’m wondering if I should even love you, since I can’t even find any love for myself.