Oh and you’re going to die alone, I hope that’s what makes you happy.
I realize now that there isn’t a damn thing I can do about anything. Everything is so futile and still all I wish is to be able to make you happy. Essentially I am fucked in the head and you are a complete bitch for the way you treated me. I still don’t even blame you though I should, you are young, stupid, and clearly unbalanced but I will still love with all my heart you until the day I die.
I still keep Friday night open if you want to start again. They say the third time’s a charm.
(Source: icanread)
It doesn’t have to be like this. It never did.
I still don’t understand what your problem is with me, I always tried my best to make you happy. I guess that’s where I went wrong, you always wanted to be empty and miserable.