When you're on the verge of a breakdown everything seems so bland-- the food you eat, the people you meet, the stories you hear, and the feelings you fear.

It wasn't you're fault he fell in love with you; people can't help how they feel... And it's not your fault you loved him too.

I'm not bitter... A little tore up about myself but not about you two. You're my best friend and stuff happens.... Except this happens all the time...

It's okay that my best friend is prettier than me, charming and everything I'm not. I just wish I knew how I handle meeting someone then having her chosen immediately over me... Am I that ugly?

Am I that gross?
Am I that bad?
Uninteresting?
Completely boring?

I can't put my finger on how you chose to meet me or had some interest and the minute my best friend comes around I'm out the door.

It's okay... I'm already on the edge of jumping off this cliff.. Why not just free fall down and out this pain?