I used you. I was alone and sad and empty and I used you. That’s no excuse, I know. For half the time I wasn’t sure that I was doing this and for the rest half when I realized I hated myself too much to let you hate me too. Again, no excuse. But yes, I used you. Did I love you? No. Am I sorry? Yes, but not in the way you would want me to be. I used you in ways that were too malicious for your innocence to ever suspect. For that I am sorry. I hope you’ve been able to keep the pureness of your heart intact in spite of what I did to you.