I wonder if I should tell you how I feel. I wonder if I should tell you how much I despise you right now. It’s one of those lonely nights, you see, and I just can’t help but to wonder. I wonder if you could handle it.

You should know by now that making me go against my own principles is the worst thing anyone could do. You should know that making me feel anything other than what I allow myself to feel will only bring disaster. Nothing good comes out of emotions. You should know this is your fault.