Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken. . .
I'm sick and fucking tired of thinking about this.
You make me want to slice my fucking wrists open.
I'm tired of feeling like this.
Why the fuck do I even bother with you?
There's no real reasons for these feelings, is there?
No matter what you say, I always feel like I'm second best.
Is there a good reason why I should be worrying?
Sometimes I wish I would have just stayed far, far away from you.
I don't think I have ever hated myself or everyone else to this extremity before.
I'm sorry, I can't do this.
I'm tired of feeling like I'm so incredibly weak.
All of this, but I still can't leave