You're born, you die, and make mistakes.
December 2011
“what’s wrong with me ?”
—Everything .
“”
—When i’m struggling , i take it out on cigarettes . That’s how i am wit’ it .
Go ahead, leave.
Just leave me hanging, because I no longer need you. To think I had so much faith in you, to the point I could not care any less. I thought you were somebody special, a person I could trust. But I was wrong. Maybe things could of worked out if you would just let me have a chance to explain. It meant everything to me but nothing to you, you’ve lost me now. Now you are just another stranger with so many memories.
