i didn't want anyone else. i don't want anyone else. and this happens every. fucking. time. so i don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but you were perfect. like a fucking dream come true. like a star fell out of the sky and into my life. and it just fucking hurts. like physically. my chest has ached all day. and something i believe in, is that soulmates come from the same star. we have iron and all this shit in our blood and in our bones that can only be derived from a dying star. we literally have stardust in us, keeping us alive. and i always thought that soulmates came from the same star. and you and i just clicked that i thought "hey, this might be it" but maybe my star was too dull and could only muster up enough stardust for one sad broken girl.
Maybe my star was in the middle of being sucked up by a massive black hole. Maybe my star was just small. A sad excuse for a star makes a sad excuse for a girl. So your star was bright as hell. It was gorgeous. Your star was a fucking massive sun. With a whole solar system surrounding it. And my star was on the very edge of the universe, getting sucked up by the blackest void. And I'm the only thing my star could come up with.
So maybe it's not my fault that I'm a sad excuse for a girl. I guess it's just in my blood. And there's nothing I can do about it. It's in the universe's hands. And i guess the universe just fucked up. So fuck the universe. Fuck 'God'. Fuck fate. Fuck everything.
Everything sucks when you're broken.
