Whether by knife or whether by gun, losing your life can sometimes be fun. /
0 comments (+)
Today wasn't all that bad. It wasn't until I looked down at the word on
my wrists, written in your favourite colour, that I was completely
engulfed by the memory of you. I don't understand why you felt like this
was the only way out. I loved you. And I always will love you. It just
makes me mad that you left me here to fend for myself. I know that
sounds extremely selfish, but what I'm trying to say is I miss you.
Every second of every day. And today is just another reminder of the one
that got away. Do you ever have those moments, where you hear an old song, or smell a
familiar scent, and you are immediately transported back into something
that is now a distant memory? It's almost cruel really, because we think
we're suddenly back in that moment, and we can make things right again,
only to realize it was simply a memory and nothing more. You can never
change what you did, and I think that makes life so hard to live. I hate that you’re so fucking rude to me, all the time. You never care
when you hurt me or make me upset. And I hate that I put up with it
because it makes me feel worthless. I know I don’t have to, but in my
mind, I do.