the truth.

[histri0nics]

i'm beginning to realize that i don't think i'm meant for anyone, except for the only two people who have really shown me what love is. i've always been completely capable of loving people, but they've taught me what it really is; what it's all about. people come and go, but i'm always sitting in the same exact spot where they left me. i think that's just how i am ... you pick me up when you need someone and there's no one else, but eventually you'll be able to move on perfectly fine without me. you'll be better off without me and i'll be even better off than you think without you. from the very beginning, i'll already have you completely figured out. as much as you'd like to think you know me, i'm afraid to inform me that you never really will. my apologies.

("so i'm just a medicine you take when you're sick. you get well and that's it ... i'm put back on the shelf in your mirror.")