Perhaps I was, again, mistaken for having thought of you as my ‘life’. Truly, you were everything that I wanted, but together the two of us were nothing. I could no longer put up with my pitiful self, who had always longed for your presence and is easily torn by your insensitive responses. Still, I refuse to admit that you’re the same as those who laugh at my wretchedness. My only regret was finding a way to your life, and letting you encounter a misfortune such as me.