Parasite,

You were a leech. You took and took and took from me, but you never gave me anything back, aside from the pain and stress and anxiety.

Any problem I had, you felt you had already gone through tenfold, and you were eager to throw it into my face.

Everything was made about you.

I never asked you for help because you never gave help, you only spun it into your Web and tangled me into your own life, your own problems.

You benefitted from me. And I was just too self-loathing to know that I deserved better.

But I deserved better.