I’ll only know I love her when I let her go is what I
thought. I realised too early in life and fell where I never wanted to. It
brings happiness, and oh loads of it. But, takes away so much, so much that you’ll
never get back. I’m quite a hypocrite I feel, last night I was thinking how it’s
stupid to get into something like this so early in life and now I’ve got my
hands dirty in it and really can’t find a way to wash them off however hard I
try. I could really use a wish right now
and go back to the fairytale I was living in, the one without all this, the one
in which I was happy. But didn’t I choose this life? Wasn’t I the one who got
into this and ruined it all for myself, I hit myself, suicidal.
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