So, when you break up with a perfect boyfriend, you cry, right?
I did. I cried myself to sleep.
DaMon was perfect, he was my one and only, he and I were like a lemon and lime, we were perfect together.
I destroyed our relationship with my anxiety and depression.
I'm ugly inside.
I'm ugly outside.
I'm a bitch that nobody wants.
I'm that jackass who cries but destroys peoples lives.
I made DaMon cut.
I made my friend kill herself.
My life is hell.
I want to end it all.
I can't.
I have more things in life than DaMon.
DaMon was my life.
And I killed him from the inside.
Does that mean I'm dead.. as well?