I thought he loved me and then when I realized he didn't I felt so stupid. I wanted to do something, to change me. I would've done anything to make myself a different person, I don't want to be somebody's crush I want people to like the real me. I've got a past I'm not proud of, what's wrong with wanting to put that behind me? Do you ever look at your life sometimes and think, how the hell did I get here?
I'm done, that's it, I need to sort some stuff out because if I don't I'll go crazy and I'll end up fucked up and alone, and I can't be like that. You don't know me, nobody knows me. I don't even know me.
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