I hate to think of love.
It reminds me of cliches.
I hate to want cliches.
But a love like that, if it is true, then, god, it is beautiful.
I hate to see him, or even think of him.
Because I honestly just want him so badly.
Which is just another reason to hate myself.
STAI LEGGENDO
Out Of Your Veins.
Random(THIRD BOOK OF THREE- First book Into your veins and second book is Through your veins.) I tell myself that suicide will fix it, because I know that I'm not strong enough to do this, yet other times I tell myself I really am strong enough to do thi...
