I already bought the ticket to a movie that I already know how it ends. My cold hands and my shaking body are telling me that I'm doing wrong to myself again, guess I can't help it. The desire to destroy me is innate and uncontrollable. I did this before. I know how I'm going to end. I cry everytime he makes me feel good just because I understand that I can't have him. I'm just trying to fool myself, but I guess I like to feel things now and then. I'll be fine because the world is going to keep turning, everything is going to be working normally, I did this before, you'll be going on your way as you wanted, and myself will go back to black once again.
You did nothing wrong, I'm already broken kiddo.