...sometimes I feel like I shouldn't exist.
...sometimes I wonder if I ever deserved having you around me.
...sometimes I wish I didn't exist.
...sometimes, I wonder why you stopped me, inadvertently or not, every single one of those times.
...sometimes I want everyone, everyone to just leave me alone, instead of being around me just to tell me what a robotic arse and a psychopath I am.
...sometimes I wonder why I didn't ask you to stick around, and why you still did.
...sometimes I can't figure out what to do to stop being afraid that you'll just run away, like everyone else.
...I will always wonder how you don't mind that I love you.