I have to talk to myself now.

Dear me:

You probably knew that this was coming. You saw it, just this week. You didn't think anything of it. Now you're wondering what he sees in her that you don't have, and the curiosity and envy is burning you alive.

The urge to know, also known as "curiosity", killed more than the cat. It killed a lot of things, with you. Killed your emotions, for one. Killed your sense of self-preservation. Killed your identity. You feel like a free-floating ghost, even though you are not dead. Yet. You feel like killing yourself.

You are self-centered, like 99% of the people in this world. You think people pay attention to you, but in reality you are but another idiot that deserves death. World's overpopulated, you wanna do your part.

So now you've calmed down. And debated the finer points of suicide. You feel better, and want a go again even if you know you'll just be hurt. So you know the best way to go is to get pissed and be violent, because you excel at that and it's the only way out that you know. Good luck.

Regards, yourself.