All's Well That (Supposedly) Ends Well.

Facing the monster was the stupidest thing I have done in ages. I have nobody to love/hate anymore. The little masochistic part of me has died, I quite miss it.

I go back to bed with an empty heart every night.

There's nobody I love to hate or hate to love anymore.

Indifference is more painful than anything that I have experienced so far.

Indifference is the real heartbreak, not sadness.