what the FUCK do i want out of this life?
i feel like the one thing i want i can never have. the timing was and is all wrong. it was all wrong from the start and i fucking knew it. i even tried to fight it. the question i have to ask myself is: is what i got out of it better than never having had it at all?
and i hate myself for wanting it more than anything else. i am not that person. i faked myself into believe that i was a person that didn't care about such sentimentalities.
yes but thinking about never having it again...
this is why you never, never, never fall in love.