Will I ever be okay? ...

These doubts, these questions, they never subside.

I'm in constant turmoil.

I don't know if any decision will make me happy...

I wonder what you see so wrong with me that you treat me like this ( Read more... )

Thought I could tell you thoughts that plague me and you sound mad with me...

i wish I wasn't here... Nothing will ever become okay for me, hopelessness is my life.

Biggest regret; not breaking up with you over that text. Send you that letter, not being able to overcome my heart and listen to my head, embrace the hate I would feel for you and never look back at you. I'd might be better now ( Read more... )

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rage and sadness are all I feel. Rage takes the pain away for a bit and makes me feel less pathetic, less defeated, less thrown away... I'd rather feel rage then this constant pain.
I wish I was furious now because I feel like I'm dying...

Are you happy? Because I'm not. But it hasn't been about me in years, I've been a joke. Just take what you need from me and then go back to not caring about me ( Read more... )

It's over. You make it over. I fucking knew it, you are so fucking predictable.

Fuck you too. Now I will feel less bad to go ahead and cancel the tickets. You can keep the money, I don't even want it. Keep the synth money, I'm packing up your crap cause I don't want it either.

Do you even care at all?

Do I ever even cross your mind?

...I guess I should cancel the trip... 

Can anyone hear me screaming?

...

I guess the real question, is there anyone who cares why I'm screaming?

Everyone just looks through me like glass... Please don't stain my shards with your blood as you walk past me, I wouldn't know be able to admire my own blood on this shattered mess