morale fucking low.



i want to shake you and hold your face up to mine. stare into your eyes and see what could possibly make you forget all of us, all of what i gave you. how you could possible claim that you loved me and then give yourself up so easily to negative thoughts. so then now i'm the screwed up, selfish bitch who didn't spare a thought for you while another girl suddenly becomes the pure, innnocent, naive one. fuck you. i used to be like that, rmb? until look what happened. we got together. and then i got drawn into your dark, dark world. but i held on. maybe it wasn't enough for you (nothing is enough for you) but it was always so easy to make yourself the good guy and cast the shadow on me wasn't it? well let's see who else will hold on that long for you. meanwhile have fun with the harem of girls waiting to tear your clothes off.


& i'll still be here. forsaken. lonely. broken. but wtheck, at least i'm the only person who's truthful when i say i love you.