The art of losing you (and myself)

I don't mean to brag, but I've perfected both the art of losing you and myself in a month. I guess that's the price that I would've to pay after falling in love. 

"I tried to recover, 

 I tried to get better,

 But somewhere along the way something went wrong.

 I fell apart again,

 I lost again."

Guess what have I done again?

I succumbed to my own curiosity, curiosity kills, they say. I went ahead to stalk your profile. I would say that's the worst decision ever. On the other hand, I'm glad that you've found someone better, someone more deserving of you. Someone that doesn't gives you shit. Someone worth loving.

I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry for my behaviour. I'm so sorry for the mistakes that I've made, one of it being letting you go so easily.

Sometimes, I wonder if I really deserve all of this, I don't know. I don't wanna know either. What have I done to deserve all these shit thrown at me?

*I'm not sober .