actually I'm dying inside.  It takes so much for me not to fall apart everytime you ignore me or go to someone else it kills me.  When you were with your other friends out partying last night I was home alone crying in my room blasting music that explains my life so well, decorating my wrist and hips with more scars, and wondering what I did to make me not good enough for you or him or society.

It's going good(: wbu?