I didn't know I could hate something so much.
I hate it.
I hate it.
I hate it.
Dear God, help me.

If they could see inside my head
Tears would be spilled
In fact I don't think anybody
At all on earth
Would love me anymore.

Earbuds in and
Let the blood out
Let the crazy drip
In scarlet droplets
Down my hip

"Hermosa, you're not actually thinking about it are you?"
What? Cutting? Yes. My wrist has been throbbing for some blood. For some **** relief. I like the perfect long cuts yes I do oh yes I like the blood in my shower drain. I think about it every time I see her and HER together mi corazon. Lociento. I cannot help it. My head aches right along with my heart oh Ray make it go away please please

******* SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE DO YOU UNDERSTAND?? MINE. NOT YOURS. SHE IS SUPPOSED TO LOOK CUTE FOR ME. SHE IS SUPPOSED TO COOK BREFAST FOR ME. GOD ******* ******. She's supposed to be mine, mine, mine.

Is it normal to still be crying
To still have tears in your throat
Where your boyfriends ****
Was just yesterday?
Is it normal to kiss
And only think about her kiss
Her hands
Her soft yet demanding love
I'm enraptured I'm captured
I'm mesmerized and entranced
I've loved and lost
But never quite like this
I'm head over heels
For her smile and her touch
I'm desperate and sick
I'm needy and I've got to have her
******* I'm still in love.
Still in love.
With her.

It's been a month-
Do you love him?

....

How could I?
How am I even alive without being with her?

Five months, lindsey.
Five. You should be over this by now.

....

Give me a couple weeks.
No, months.
No, years.
Give me the best distraction
I've ever seen...
Maybe then. Maybe then
I won't be so lost.

You're hopeless.

....

I know.