in two hours and ten minutes, my soul will be sold.

its really amazing how pathetic I am.
pathetic.
pathetic.

I don't like the way you think you have any say in how I live my life.
because quite frankly, you don't.
a passing fancy might define me, but I know your large eyes and nervous tics, and I see what you think but I don't have to because in the end you say it all.
I don't want your thoughts.
they do nothing for me.

I do the worst things behind sheltered hands and dim lights;
I commit the worst crimes with a little lie and a solemn smile,
I make the worst wounds with blunt nails and hardened frowns.
you cannot presume to do to me what I have done to you.

I am pathetic.
pathetic.

its amazing the things you don't do that can rip my best friend and I apart.
I know its me but I want it to be you.
because blaming it on myself doesn't hurt as much as when I blame it on you.

I used to believe you were everything I hated.
its amazing how much you learn about yourself,
from what you're willing to compromise.

I will not hurt her again.

go away, go away, I don't want you, I never wanted you, I never asked for this.
you make me feel pathetic.
thanks.
thanks.

pathetic.

I don't like the way I'm fading.
I don't like the way I'm.
I don't like the way.
I don't like the.
I don't like.
I don't.
I.