Just cut me up and tear me apart however you like, it'd make no difference.

To start of, this isn't meant to be sarcastic. That's all I can say, whether you believe me or not is up to you, or rather what kind of person I am in your eyes.

I realised so much about myself today, some things that I was too blinded by my own naiveness, my own stubornness, my own selfishness, to see myself. I don't learn from my lessons, I think I'm always right, I don't ever cherish what I have, and when it's too late all I can do is regret.

8 years, all the times, everything I've done..everything, did it really mean nothing? Did I really prove nothing?

I'm a horrible person..friend..whatever, don't trust me. I'm just a waste of time, a waste of your breath.

Now I know.

I doubt I'll ever be forgiven, but nevertheless, sorry.

Who..what am I?