Maybe it's fate. Maybe it was always meant to be this way. To turn into the thing I always said I wouldn't. Will I survive? The question bounces around my head like a ping pong ball. What if I don't? The question that always follows. Will they notice? Stupid question really. The real question is would they care? Would they be able to go on without me? Would they feel guilt? Would they regret the words of hate they said to me? But it wouldn't matter. I would be gone. They wouldn't be able to bring me back. Would they want to? My questions remain unanswered, as always.
