me... the old me

[layersuponlayer]

This is me.... the old me... someone you don't no.

"She talks about the desertion.
How each time it broke her heart.
How with each break it became harder to heal.
How with each time she healed, It became harder to love again.
How each time hope faded into desolation.
Into lonliness and despair.
Into self-hatred and self-loathing.
At the beginning there was hope.
It faded.
At the end there was nothing."

excerpt from a million little peices