this.
all of it.
it all began here.
despite it all
if i could take it back
i would.
the problem is...
...you said without me, you wouldnt have made it.
so would i give you up for a shot at happiness?
i couldnt do it.
i ended my life to save yours.
"a plank of wood with a pencil nailed into it would be able to write that"
i didnt make this to be a good writer.
i dont say what i do to be a good writer.
it just...needs to be said.
and i take back what i said. hes gorgeous.
damn jealousy.
