I always give permission to the person that will always break us and deny the person who can offer me the universe. I am not good at making choices and decisions, you see those who come before whom I gave full access unto my self only ended up leaving me, and those I reject for them eventually found love. a thousand what ifs me at night keeping full awak at deep night, what if I chose her? would I be happy now? damn I should have chose her. but even if I mourn nor pray nothing would change. and here i am a lonely writer mourning alone at night writing sad poems with pen on my right and blade on the left.
I hate myself, I keep ignoring people and their offers of love and focus on people whom I thougt I could save.
