I guess I deserve this. I almost asked to be hurt. Begged for it.
Maybe I deserve to be here, alone, with all my demons raging inside me at once.
Pulling a trigger would be so simple, wouldn't it? My life is so fucked up anyhow.
"Jane, stop. You're being over dramatic. Now go make some sense of your clothing."That's what my mother would say to me. This may be cliché, but nobody I've ever met has understood me.
It all started with him. I know, I know. You've heard the story. She met a sketchy guy, they fall in love even though they both know they shouldn't. He eventually breaks her heart, but they end up happily ever after and some shit. That's not my story. He was my most powerful demon, disguised as a lover. So dangerous. So irresistible.
Yeah. Like I said. Fucked up.
I think I'll load the gun now.
