It's me. The stupid bitch that can't let go of someone...and of my feelings for that someone. If only I didn't have the ability to create weird perfect scenes in my head. They have no future. They never will.
Nobody likes me. Not really. No matter what I do. I'm just not that kind of person. I look scary. I look good and fancy but I obviously scare people. Maybe it's my insides they are scared of, maybe it's my soul seeing through. My poor little pathetic soul that only ever craved somebody to love.
Don't mind me.
i'll go and be sad, my heart will crack a bit more every day and I will start to write poetry more often. I'll be fine. Sad and unhappy, and fucking alone, but fine. I'm always fine. That's the way I am. Never down enough to say that i'm not fine. i'm alone, you see. If I ever let go, there's nobody to pick me up again. NO-FUCKING-BODY. At all. That's why I'm always fine.