Love me even though...

The last time I saw him  he was slamming the door and yelling he was to good for me, that there was too much to deal with and that I was a crazy dilutional bitch who should cut my emo wrist and die. That was the day I started to die. my mind was fooled into a world of wonder. I guess you could say I was lost in wonderland. I guess I was crazy until the day I died...