Wishing I were dead
So this girl introduced herself tonight. This girl who'd been fucking Nat, and being told by him the whole time that he loved her - she introduced herself tonight. Who am I? What have I been doing? And why do I act like I know who he fucked? I don't. So everytime - it IS a shock to me, cause he told me I was enough and that he loved me. And I believed him, because I am brillliant and beautiful - and I thought, hoped, prayed that those things were enough. What a liar. Is there anything out there? Don't think so. I want to die tonight. John is the only thing that keeps me going.