what i really want to say
You know it's a wierd way to think that you are the only thing that matters in this world. I mean, who are you. Think about it. What have you done that has made you so marvelous and talked about. People always act like they know you but that's just ignorance. Love doesn't exist or at least in my world. But that shouldn't matter because we were always meant to be alone and you keep making it worse. I jump back into my shell of a life and amount to nothing like i usually do except now i do it with tears. Maybe it's just that now i see who i am and am not happy about it so change and tears are the only things that make me sane. But what does that have to do with you? Nothing. I'm just glad you listened and didn't judge and if you did kept it to yourself because you see that everybody is here to hurt you, right?

