Breaking down.

Guh. I don't even know what's wrong with me.

I have so much to worry about.

Once more, it's one of those days where dying sounds like a wonderful option at the moment.

Fuck this shit. I hate myself... the fact that I can't handle all these curve balls... and the fact that I can't hold everything in and I accidentally show my annoyance and frustration at you when you don't deserve it.

I'm so damn sorry. It's all my fault...

I don't deserve you... I'm too imperfect.

If only you knew how horrible of a person I truly am. So many things that I've done that I regret.

If only. If only. If only.