Would you rather be destroyed – lose all that you had, all that you cared about, all that held you together – or know that you had destroyed something beautiful and worthwhile?
Would you rather be broken – shattered into a thousand pieces, sobbing on the floor, staring at nothing and contemplating the worst – or know that you had broken someone else?
Would you rather be angry at someone you love – have someone to point to and say, “It’s your fault I’m like this and I hate you for that!” even if that person was once the only one who kept you from being like this and you love him for that – or know that you have only yourself to blame?
Would you rather hate yourself for your cruelty… or your weakness? Be ashamed of your selfishness... or your solitude? Feel guilt… or despair?
Would you rather continue living a sham – pretending that you could move on, that it wouldn’t hurt anymore, that you’d forgotten – or disappear forever and be remembered as a coward?
Tell me – help me decide.