Revisited

Why is it that things always get a million times worse when I already feel like shit?

It seems that you've finally realized that it was all real. But when are you going to realize that it's not just going to go away? You can tell me I've made a mistake, but who knows what I feel better than myself? You say you want to talk, but what good is it when your starting point is not to understand, but to make me change?

Sometimes I wonder if I'm being an idiot. I've been abandoned and left here alone to fight something I can't win, yet I still keep at it in hopes of winning. But does the prize still belong to me? What if I'm no longer wanted?

You can all say that I'm selfish. You can all say that I've hurt you. But what about the pain you've caused me?

It hurts. It really does.

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