I couldn't be who you wanted me to be. I was never good enough. Everything was my fault. I love(d) you still. Five years and you have no idea who I am. What would you have me do? Destroy myself to make you happy? I did that, and it wasn't good enough. One month past, each night annother dream of you.
I love fall. Cool colors and a cool breeze. mmmm. so who wants to be cuddle buddies? because I may just need one right now. (we'll buy some apple cider too.)