| Current mood: | suicidal |
| Current music: | How You Gonna : Tyrese |
~*~ No one hurts me more than you~*~
Today was just not good. Not good, not good, and not good. I'm starting to fall apart. And I can't control it. I honestly can't watch him die. I can't watch him slowly fade away. I can't watch that happen. You guys didn't watch him not respond when they tried to wake him. You didn't see all the blood or watch him reconignize you for a second, and then not know you at all. You guys didn't watch your Aunt taunt your Uncle into spitting at each other because she hopes he'll beat the shit out of her and go to jail. And then Angel has to do what he does best and say all the things that kill me. I didn't ask for that. Frankly, I'd rather not deal with Angel, AT ALL but I'd don't get a choice. I know he means well, but do you tell someone " You're not what he needs?" or " She's prettier than you." or " You messed up his life." I guess ya do. If your Angel.
I wish I had a knife here. Or pills. Anything. I'd make letter and shapes like I do when I'm really upset cause it hurts more and they are harder to make. *sighs* Like it matters.
I was ready to fall, in love that night,
Ready to hold my heart open wide,
You promised forever and baby you lied,
I was readyy to fall,
In love that night.
Don't it always seem to go,
That you don't know what you got til it's gone,
She paved my paradise,
And put up a parking lot.
TrUe RoK-
DoRk A$$
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