Living life like I should. Who am I kidding I don't have a life.
You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe she was good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life. But you didn’t love her. Because you don’t destroy people you love.
Maybe we’ll meet again, when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
I fear that nobody would like me because they’ve witnessed what I’ve done to you and that they fear that it might happen to them. And I’ve never told anybody about this fear because I know that they’ll say not to worry; but I have every right to worry and regret my actions.
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