I talked about him, missed and hated him, and thought of you.

I will always destroy the ones I love. Everything I touch turns to stone. Medusa hands, killer mind. Everything falls apart eventually because I'm too fucked up to do anything.

I wish I was someone else with a different past, different face and life. I wish I could be the person I let you believe I am.

You don't deserve this shit. I'm sorry.
I'm a girl afterall.

All I ever wanted was another shot at happiness.
Am I asking too much?
I'm bitchy. I'm angsty. I'm antagonizing. I'm hell a lot to handle.
Only because I'm not afraid to say what I think and do what I want. And I see the world for it is and what it is not.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm right. But fuck it. At least I'm not afraid to stand up for myself.

Life is not all beautiful roses and happy unicorns. Dream big, talk big. You are nothing without the elitism you created upon your delusions. You are nothing to me still.

You don't deserve anything you want from me.

So get the fuck away from me. And we'll live our lives the way it were. You, in your perfect little bubble and me, with the world around me drawn ugly.
Why can't you fucking see that you will never be good enough?

No matter how much you change or try, there's always something, someone, somewhere that reminds you of how inadequate you are.

All these dead words they still ring true. And your head is full of words, full of words that dont mean anything at all.

I'm sorry I wasn't good enough.
And I'm sorry that I never can be.