Why did I mess things up?
I'm going to regret all that i wrote tonight when I wake up.
But I don't care right now.
I love you.
I loved you both.
There's no one to blame but myself.
There's so much I regret doing.
I don't know why I'm like this.
Studies show that even people who receive too much attention are like me.
Especially those that got none.
But me?
I had the world when I was younger.
Maybe that's why.
Aye, look at me remembering drama and ruining my life on wattpad.
Oh well, no one reads my stuff anymore anyway.
