“I know how lucky I am, acknowledge it and yet still let everything get to me. I never see the bright side of anything anymore and I feel like I hate everyone. I feel like no one cares and the people that do care, I end up pushing them away. I waste my time caring about people who don’t give a shit about me. I know I’m a good person and yet I belittle myself so I can finally believe that I am not good enough for you…when in all seriousness, I could be the best fucking thing for you. I know I’m good at certain things and I just choose to ruin them, instead of going after them. I let him play with my head. The saddest part though, is that if you came to me now and asked me to die for you, I’d kiss you goodbye and do it.”