He broke up my heart. Again and again. I said; go away from my life. Later, I was regret, No I said. Don't go. Everything is very bad. We fucked of relationship. I don't know what will be. Now, he is sleeping, when I'm dying. I suffer for all of the things, but he doesn't care about it. But I know, I know. Everything is my fault. I did. Always I did. He always came to me. And I forgave him. I'm this. So I know, I will be a loser. Often.