Existing comment:
We try to love ourselves but considering everything is difficult you let me think clearly, you fascinated me and you made me feel loved. Now, like everyone else you have left me and my sorrow paralells [sic] the joy you brought me. As if I must pay for it. Why? It feels as though I will be alone forever, f-ck you. I love you. I wish I understood -- then I could forgive you. |