Band-aid

Last night, I ended things. People kept telling me that my situation was like a band-aid and that I needed to just rip it off fast in order for it to not hurt. Currently, I disagree with that analogy. I finished things, but why do I hurt so much now? I cannot stop thinking about how much trouble I probably just caused for a person. I feel like the worst person in the world. It had to happen though; I couldn't just leave things as they are and watch myself rot. I had to do this, even if I wished I didn't do it. Things are so hard these days. I just wish this never happened. I want someone to hug me.