Eleanor's Journal

Entry 79

I only have two choices
But I have to decide

One who loves me all the time
One only sometimes

One of you thinks I cry too much
The other doesn't mind

Both of you hold me tight and promise
Everything's alright.

One of you...

Fuck this. Fuck feeling this way. Fuck him. Fuck me. I wish he would've killed me so I would know this pain. I wish I was smarter there's nothing in my brain.