look at yourself, remember that time you swore you'd never cry over a person and you said nobody could ever break your heart? look at yourself now, look at what you've become--on the cold hard floor sobbing, begging for something to take away the pain at 2AM. Do you remember the time you swore you'd never **** your sadness with white lines and lighters? look at yourself now, one more flame, two more lines, three more hits. remember when you would cry about a paper cut in 4th grade? look at yourself now, desperately searching for a sharp object to draw blood from your skin. you became the person you swore you'd never become and  that, my friend, is the tragedy of living.