Since there is already an excuse, I can't help whining, which I haven't done "in public" for a long time.
The person above writes about a case of painful attachment to her, but I can say that I myself was like that.
Around the age of 16, I accidentally met a girl on the Internet. At that time, I did not understand much about love, and in general, I was a rather retarded teenager who already lived in four walls at that time. However, I somehow liked her, she was depressed, did not believe in herself, and so on, and I wanted to help her. Eventually, I realized that I had feelings, and as it turned out they were mutual.
I probably felt like the happiest person in the world at that moment, and despite the fact that anything could cause panic inside me, at that time, it seemed to me that nothing bad could happen as long as she was with me. As I already said, when we met, she had mental problems, just like me, and we coped with them together. The fact is that if everything was in order with her, she would not contact me at all. We are too different, just not a couple, she is smart, beautiful, generally a good person, and I am a computer game junkie, an antisocial clown, stupid. However, she did not understand it then.
After a while, maybe half a year, I started doing bad things. I was overwhelmed with despair, a feeling of clumsiness, wretchedness, I wanted to disappear, and I was disappearing, which was causing her pain. However, I caused even more pain with my words, I could say things that she did not like to hear, because of me, she went through stress again and again. This happened periodically. Later, I put all my problems through her... I still want to stick a knife in my throat for that. The relationship became more and more cold, I told her - "You will find a better one", and she convinced me that she would never leave. At one point, everything moved.
It all happened quickly, I acted horrible again, I asked her to be friends, and she said yes, we need to be friends. I felt broken, I got what I wanted, now I should have killed myself, but I couldn't. For which I am also disgusted, I had to kill myself. I asked her not to move away, but it was already late, she grew cold towards me, and I could feel it, it hurt. There were moments when I scratched my hands with a blade and wrote to her that I could end my life by suicide, it was blackmail on my part... From that moment on, life lost its colors.
I don't forget her for a single day, or about 5 years. Occasionally, we talked, but everything ended badly, I cut my hands deeper and deeper. The last time she said, "Next time, talk to someone who doesn't like everything," it was painful. I know that everything is fine with her now, she found someone really normal, is studying medicine, and is definitely developing as a person. Her name causes panic inside me, as does viewing her social media pages. networks, but I still do it sometimes.
I am very sorry that everything happened like this, but only a year after the breakup, I realized that I was just a terrible person, I asked for forgiveness every time we talked, but it did not get easier for me. I don't know if I love her, but at least she has become synonymous with my wretchedness, her image has intensified in my head, and is a constant reminder of my mistakes, of my worthlessness. If I could go back in time, I would fix everything, I wouldn't hurt her, no matter what the cost… And now it doesn't matter, I'm just rotting alive, my life ended then, and it's my own fault.
I hope she will be happy
Google translation is "a little" not perfect, but I think I understood most of the opinions, and it doesn't matter much.