You're not a person, you're a disease...
Why do I even fucking try? Why do I even bother?
I can't do anything right, my back's always against the wall, and any time I try to fight my way out of it I always get slammed back against the wall. "No, D.T., this is where you belong."
It can't be where I belong.
"It is. You were never meant to be a happy person with someone. You were meant to be a lone wolf, a renegade, a warrior without a flag to ride for."
"Yes, you were meant to always be alone."
Anyone who ever got close to me usually got hurt in some way shape or form. The mistakes of my past are beginning to come back to bite me in the ass, and I think it's high time I just said "Fuck it" and just gave up.
To hell with it all.
Posted behind a cut because I'm sure you don't want to hear me whining and bitching.