I can't help but think...

Really though, is he just using me?

Who am I kidding?

No one actually likes me...
I shouldn't get my hopes up.

To the horrible monster called love,

You make me feel inadequate.

-Just a small, seemingly immature girl.

X.

X apologized. He swallowed his pride. I told him we should be friends for awhile. But I still love him.. and I always will.

A new beginning.

So things are over now. Over over. I'm completely tired of your lies. And completely tired of you. The only thing I want to say to you right now is that "I wasn't talking about lying over what we last night. I was talking about you lying about everything."

That is all.

So,

what makes you feel ugly today?

Trivial.

Most times I figure I'm going to kill myself. So what's it even matter?