I hate myself
I have fucked up.
I fucked it all up.
I want to stand on a mountain top and scream "I'm sorry" i want it to all be over and go back the way it was, and i know it never will. I want to pick up the phone and say i was an idiot, an irrational pms-ing woman who couldn't look beyond the end of her own nose, a shallow girl who listened too much to her friends and feared that love would never be enough.
I have realized that love is enough. If i could do it all over again, i wouldn't have moved. If i could i would move back... I would right all my wrongs...
But something deep inside me has turned cold, the part that realizes there's no hope of being forgiven for my blantant, narrow-minded, dumbness.
"Love can do all things but raise the dead" and i through it out the window for a little bit of false security.
I fucked it all up.
I want to stand on a mountain top and scream "I'm sorry" i want it to all be over and go back the way it was, and i know it never will. I want to pick up the phone and say i was an idiot, an irrational pms-ing woman who couldn't look beyond the end of her own nose, a shallow girl who listened too much to her friends and feared that love would never be enough.
I have realized that love is enough. If i could do it all over again, i wouldn't have moved. If i could i would move back... I would right all my wrongs...
But something deep inside me has turned cold, the part that realizes there's no hope of being forgiven for my blantant, narrow-minded, dumbness.
"Love can do all things but raise the dead" and i through it out the window for a little bit of false security.