This could be considered an understatement.

To be alive is to be alone, and I understand that now. I've ruined nobody that hasn't already ruined themself. You've bound yourself in the chains of grief and hate that weigh you down. To say that I was at fault for this is absurd, as is the logic of this love triangle that you've constructed. Although I will say, I am to blame for actually putting up with this long enough for it to rip you apart. I am to blame for actually giving you chance after chance after chance only to find that you've failed me again. How can you expect me to talk to you? You're indecisive 'decisions' swing back and forth like a pendulum. You are the fickle child that can't make up her mind on what boy can fit her fancy. So in turn, I leave you alone for a day and I am hated. I apologize for my lack of ability to be there for you while you lay in the arms of someone else. To hate me is unfair, because I should be the one who hates you. I don't hate you. I didn't ruin you. You hate yourself as much as you've ruined yourself because you know what you've done.