Sometimes I wish it would all go away.
Is that too much to ask for?
All the times you've hurt me before were nothing compared to what you did.
Maybe you won't understand, but at least understand this: I'm about to break.
I'll cut my hair, name myself something you'll never recognize me by, run away to a different country, disappear off into the wilderness, kill myself, anything. Anything to get away from you.
Is pain part of your vocabulary? How about regret? No?
Well you're about to find out exactly what they are.
Or do you just not care? Would you be relieved if I left?
Maybe I'll just save you all the grief I'm putting you through. Maybe I'll just leave this world so you'll never have to see me again.
Does that sound like a good idea?
I think it does.
Ah, why do I even bother trying to explain this? You're not going to believe anything I say after that.
Yet, even now I'm paranoid that you're coming up behind me to smother me once again, coming up to break my bones with stic