So in the means of putting an end to this... (I see myself in the position to do so.)

I do wish I could have thrown you away earlier, oh, a lot earlier. It's the sweet old I would've died for you and now you are dead to me. How could one ask a selfish soul to understand that maybe, well, it was deserved. A selfish soul will always see a victim above a certain kind of justice. But that regards said selfish soul, not you, The Coward. Cowards don't even reach the justice line of thought, you just hide in your confortable circle of shame, and lies, and endless reflexions of lies. 

Either way, damage there was. I wish I could have hated you more, and it's frustating how I managed to hate everyone but you. It makes me hate my brain. 

Therefore, I wish you pay the price of your choice as I have paid mine. I wish you internally scream why me, as you realize right after... that is why. 

You won't get out of here unharmed, no one does, I guess. No matter of much your ball of shame grows.

By the way, it's starting to show, and it's fucking ugly.