There is something good in all of us.
What happens when this idea is completely wasted, turned against us in the matter of a second? The entirety of my very personality is merely crushed by the weight of whatever happens to come to mind, be it true, or the ignorant ideation of every other simple minded response ushered from that mind, to those lips, you are nothing, when it comes to the fine lines between what actually matters, and the clear border of giving up.
No.
For giving up will only let them, those who've betrayed you, those who have let you down, those who couldn't give a damn if you happened to drop dead right here, right now. Making changes will satisfy their needs. It is only they, your makers, your creators, the ones constantly commenting on what happens from one day to the next, when they can't see that when life's good, it's great, but within an instant, everything can go wrong, and you're left with nothing. Nothing but the broken memories of a past that you'd rather throw out, let it burn, and crash with the rest of your life. There's no way out of the torment. This is one battle that's unforgiving, one that you simply cannot win. The more you keep fighting, the less progress you make, until it hits the boiling point, and you're sucked down under by the deceit of others.
We haven't loved you.
You're just an excuse for every single bad thing that's ever happened to us.
There's nothing special.
I can easily replace you.