I remember that promises meant so much to me.I remember all the promises people made for me, and the ones I made too.I never kept one, not a single promise I was able to keep.
So it all started with breaking promises.Then I started breaking other things too. Whatever that comes in my way.I started breaking hearts, and in a very weird unpleasant way, I enjoyed it.Something about seeing someone ache because of me was so satisfying.
So at first I broke one heart, then two, then three, then more than you can ever count.I never actually noticed it, because I always thought I was the victim, or somehow I always managed to give myself very good reasons for the s**t I do.And one day, someone that I used, just like everyone else I did use, told me how selfish and toxic I am in words that I can never forget.I was angry and I wanted to cry and shout and tell him how much I hate him. But then it all occured to me.I am selfish.I am toxic.I never loved anyone.Nobody ever touched me or changed something about me, because I never loved someone enough to change.
I just loved the way those people cared for me.I broke a million hearts just for fun, and I loved it because it made me feel good about myself.I don't know what about it thay makes it enjoyable, maybe the fact that it makes me feel less empty.
I realized I'll always be this empty and that I deserve it.So now I knew the truth about me, but I didn't stop, I never wanted to.I've never met a person that I didn't disappoint.And I thought I'd rather be a disappointment than something that is invisible.