19 February 2013
I hate days like this. Days where I just sit here and cry. I think too much. Then I Upset myself. I don't understand it. You were once this person. You sat there and cried because your life was difficult. You had nobody. And the painful part was nobody seemed to care. Those wounds I healed, that heart I stopped from aching, those tears I wiped of your face, the time I spent making you a better person, shaping you into the person you are today, and you walk around know, that better person, but where are you know? I'm that person you once was. But it feels like I'm sitting here, wishing on someone who just isn't here anymore. So I'm just here broken and lost, thinking about the person you are now and realising I made you into that. I'm slowly hating myself for it.
The Lonely • Opuss № I