I've created a monster of myself by; trying to find true love, trying to be perfect, pretending to be something I'm not, seeking attention, trying to be the perfect girlfriend, being that amazing girl, living.
I can still imagine our wedding. We say 'I do' and all our friends think, 'Damn, we were wrong about them'. But you're gone, and it won't ever be the same.
My friend Angel doesn't have her time of month yet. And I got mine today. It hurts so so bad, and she says, " oh come on, it doesn't hurt THAT bad". I mean, IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONES SHANKING YOU IN THE ABDOMIN. LIKE, REALLY?.