emotional abuse

You like doing it, don't you? Hurting me. Using your emotions to try to manipulate me into your passive little doll who you can control. I bet you enjoy torturing me, bringing up the past in a spiteful way, just to try to push me over the edge so I get angry at you. If I get angry at you, it's all my fault. Apparently. 

This won't go on for much longer, I won't let it. It's been years already, but what you fail to realise is that soon enough, I'll be able stop this. You'll never see me again. It'll be your fault, but you'll still find a way to blame me.