revelation.

up until now I have sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness

In times of loveliness, I learn to hurt physically, whatever it took to nuetralize this monster called feelings. I'd destroy myself bit by bit. They say that it's called chipping away bits and pieces of what's good about you.

You can't chip away or destroy what you don't have.

I try to be content with loneliness, because I don't have to watch you pretend to care while I continue the destruction of me.

I'd rather die than to give someone else the power to destroy me.