Wednesday, 3 February 2010


And she wishes she could escape all this. Go back in time. Or forward. It really doesn't matter. The only thing she cares about is getting rid of this feeling of not being able to decide how her life is going to turn out.

She used to think she was worth it. She used to think she was unstoppable. She used to think that she'd get what she always wanted.

But boy was she wrong.

She's been crushed to pieces which are so small she doesn't even recognise them anymore. How can she trust herself if no one else does? She has no confidence. She has nothing to make her feel better.

Every bad decision she ever made is catching up to her. She has tried to run, but she's tired. The huge ball is catching up and she's going to be hit by it, but it doesn't matter anymore. She can't fight anymore. 

She's just so tired.