No one has ever said, "I love your abuse."

No one has ever said, "Thank you for ripping me of my innocence."

And no one has ever said, "Thanks for crushing my dreams, my future."

Apparently, I am the issue; and everything you do and say is a boon to me. Why should I be myself when I could be one of your minions, or even better, a carbon copy of you. You have even said that you can't understand how anyone will ever love me. Love is something that I don't deserve. Let's observe a conversation.

“You are just a bully.” You say, “All I do is love you.

To that, I would have to reply,

“Why are you such a hypocrite? All of the things that make me unhappy are caused by you. If anyone is a bully it's you. I can't love your abuse. I can't thank you for ripping me of my innocence. And my future is my own.”

Then you would scream at me. And I will feel like a mistake.

I can't love you.

I am me.

You can back the fuck off.