I'm afraid of losing something I love.. that I refuse to love anything.

I'm tired of being tired,
and dealing with your bs.

Now I see that I will be, just fading memorie.

And now it's too late to start living again.

I just thought you cared, I thought it was different this time.. But it's not. You haven't changed one bit.

It's taking every bit of strength I have right now, to not go and cut up my wrist like my minds telling me to do. I can't believe you'd do this to me.. We were best friends..

You complain about how bad your life is all the time and how it's so hard.. Well remember who you're talking to before you even start.

Everything's good.. until it all falls apart.

A body believes every word you tell it.

No one is promising you tomorrow.