Everybody knows I have some bad habits. Some habits that their only purpose is to ruin my life. I'm a little fucked up.

But you, for whatever reason, never seemed to care. You shrugged it off and made sure that I didn't do anything too stupid or crazy.

Bitch, let me destroy myself!! XD

I never got where you were coming from, trying so hard to keep me safe from my own mind. I wasn't anything special, nor was I really good at anything. A whole smorgasbord of mental problems and physical disabilities. I was and am the textbook definition of broken.

Yet here we are, publishing back and forth because neither of us feel confident enough to express all this face to face.

I'm the definition of self destruction.

And it's not the sa~

.........

What am I saying, it's exactly the same, that ain't never changing.