I thought I could get better, but these last few days have been a testament against it.

From finding someone who was being friendly and kind to be annoying, to by association distancing myself and then removing a friend who seemed (?) to care for me, it feels like a retread of the awful, terrible thing I am.

Like I'm destined to make these same mistakes over, gentically, psychologically, socially, who knows what's wrong with me.

Could I go back and try and fix the damage I caused? Of course. But why bother. It'll just happen again.

I'm sick of hurting people. I can't hurt if I'm not around anymore. Well, I will, one final time, but that'll be it.