When you're the toxic one.

Everyone always talks about how liberating it feels to walk out of a bad relationship, how much better your life is once you cut someone toxic out of your life -- and almost everytime when we read stories like this, we can't help but relate to their perspective, and seek comfort in it -- seek comfort in the belief that we were the ones who got hurt, we are the ones who's lives will get better, and we are the one who tried to make the relationship work. 

Then one day, once you get tired of living a lie and playing the victim card, you slowly start to realize your flaws, one by one. And you start to remember how you let your flaws get the best of you back then -- how you let your flaws defined you as a person, and served as an excuse for the mistakes you did in the relationship. You start to realize your role in the shit storm that happened, and how you could've made things better, how you could've avoided so much pain from happening to yourself, and others, and how toxic you actually were. 

No one ever tells you how a toxic person actually survives from a toxic relationship. 

No one ever tells you that there's a redeemable chance for the toxic person. 

The toxic person is always the problem without the solution. 

The toxic person is toxic, unknowingly. And that, is such a tragic trait.