You've shown me that its not my fault.
I'm not the one holding you back,
forcing you to make the bad decisions you've made.
I was worried for the longest time
that all your mistakes were caused by me,
and I was even more worried that I had that much
influence on you.
But its all you.
Naive, predictable, typical, immature you.
I stood back and watched you fuck it all up.
And breathed a sign of relief.
I only hope one day you will learn.