Clearly, you forget. Everything. Unless you are hiding something, you lied to me. You lied about everything. Nothing you said had a single drop of truth in it. I don't think you taught me anything real. But there is one thing you told me how to do, that I have taken away from all of this. Now, I can make someones skin crawl at the push of a button. Catch their attention and as they watch put a flame to their eyes. Twist everything around in a second. Like a jumper, about to plummet to their death, but back away at the last moment. Seconds later to run back and jump off the bridge with much more emphasis, just making the tragedy larger. You have fucked me up. I don't blame you. I blame myself for getting so enveloped in you that I turned into this. But, it's because of how you manipulated me that I have got this little part of me that it just so fucked. I take joy in someones awful pain, I flee when the sun comes out, and embrace the moment of thunderstorms, and ripping winding, and lighting flashing, and rain pouring down onto fog lain lands. I'm completely twisted.