the amorous plague

the disease fatal to ones mentality.

appertaining souly to the human race.

slowly devouring each individual. 

look around,

see the immense affects. 

The many braggarts whom have been subject to the ever-growing epidemic,

flaunt their vibrant passion in a garish matter.

never realizing how their actions pluck away at the others.

never realizing the indescribable feeling of jealous, heartbreak, and hunger.

thus is the feeling of a person out of touch with

love.

해

j'aime tu?

est-que tu aimes moi?

six months

six months later.

high and low. 

on top of the world. 

and a progressing suicidal. 

u changed me completely. 

now u wont ever again.

now i cant care. 

now i wont.

happy birthday, 

thanks for ruining my life. 

cheryl

all i need is a bitter song.

to make me better.

much better. 

dr. says

can you die of a broken heart?

psycho

i feel like im a chore.

like you have to talk to me.

like you have to love me.

you dont want to 

but its your job. 

i thought we got over this. 

i was over u and u came back.

ruined my chance with someone who would have been better to me. 

im trying so hard to not do that stuff that made you so mad.

i dont understand whats going on.

why are u talking shit about me to my best-friend?

why are you such a little bitch. 

why would u tell her that im a bitch.

FUCK YOU. 

even if i am a little psycho about this, 

dont i deserve to be?

another day another road.

choices. 

everyday a new one.

there is no right or wrong, just what we make of each.

dealing with the people around us,

maturely or

not.

dealing with our own fait

maturely or

not.

dealing with you?

not.

you gonna bring urself down.

i hope if i die she feels sorry for making it hard for me to love people, 

making it hard to love myself