My way of coping when you left is like no other. I didn’t sit in my bed and cry for days, it was nothing like that. I didn’t cry for months, actually. I became numb, and for months I walked around destroying everything in my path. Friends became enemies and I can’t even talk about my grades without wanting to cry. You made me this way. You made me into the destructive, terrible human being I was. There is no one else to blame but you.