I like a guy, sure.
I like a girl, why not?
But why do I keep on handing the ones I love, away to someone else?
Why do I make sure everyone leaves without me?
Why do I force my loneliness without trying?
And then realizing it too late?
Why do i tell myself that I am ugly, and fat, and unwanted?
When I am not?
Why do I point the finger to others when I should be appointing it upon myself?
Yes, I'll admit it, I'm a sucker for pain.....
But, why can't I just be happy, without making myself miserable again?