I'm a walking disaster; a ticking time bomb.

Yet they still want to be around me. Why?

Don't waste your heart on a wild thing.

I walk alone.

I should walk alone.

All I do is hurt and scream and cry and damage. No one should put themselves through such torture for love.

Love isn't worth this.

There's a million questions swirling in my head, screaming at me to do something, to be something, but I don't know what that is.

Miss Independent?

Somebody's somebody?

My heart is giving out. I don't know what to write anymore. So much screaming, so much pain, so much fear. I'm afraid of everyone and they should be afraid of me.

I'm suffocating in my own misery.

And I don't know how to stop it.

I don't know if I can.