When You Question Your Self, The End Is Insight.
The demise of something beautiful.

And I can do is sit back and watch as the pain builds up over time, why does this have to happen. Everything was fucking perfect.

She’s gay

She’s gay

Fuck

It’s always me that gets fucking hurt by shit that shouldn’t hurt me.

Same fucking shit all the fucking time, sick of stupid fucking bullshit

The urge, the feeling, the though, the complete and utter desire to do something you know you shouldn’t, thinking about it all night and then getting told shit that just increases the urge and desire. Yeah great night