All I can think of is that poor girl in Satan's bathroom mirror; and all the things he said that day, "I've always had feelings for you, but I'm not a good guy."
Am I doing the same thing that he did to me?
Am I unintentionally breaking someone's heart?
Why do I always seem to break hearts?
Why do these situations continue to fall into my lap, and I wonder if maybe I should spend more time alone...
I have a habit of acting on impulse and not making sense.
I don't know anything these days, clearly I have some problems....
Every song that I hear reminds me of him, this is driving me crazy.
Maybe I made a mistake by looking for the end too soon.
I need to talk to someone, but when I look around nobody's there.
I miss my black lipstick, blue hair, and corsets....I can't believe I'm going to give up everything that I am and everything I believe in to go into the military, just because I have no other options for college.
I feel that sickness sweeping over me again.
Where white walls make me want to puke up my guts all over the bathroom floor, when I have to remind myself to breathe and stop the tears from appearing on my cheeks.
Every year when it gets close to my birthday I get depressed, I suppose this will be the worst....guess who just ran out of all that time that she was so worried about.
The end of a chapter, the beginning of another story....it's a story that fills me with anxiety.
Everything I ever wanted has faded into a memory, everything that I was is dead.
There's nothing else that I can do.
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