Moment's impulse, moment's mistake.

It's been more than a week since valentine's day, and my life is just screwed as it is. It's true I handle everything wrong, and yes, I am a bloody idiot. It wasn't supposed to happen, and it shouldn't have. I was taken by impulse and drew near the glowing comfort.

I need support, alright? I,
I’m twenty leagues below independent.
I had no idea this would happen, it happened in an instant, and I couldn’t bear to..

So I have to ride through with this. And I’m not even letting myself give myself some excuse to run away or blame it on someone else.
I deserve this.

Oh God, help me please,
I’ve fallen so far without your light.

I bliddy confused and in pain.
I have to live with the consequences, answer the “is this really you?” question and reap what I’ve sown. There’re times I feel I’m worth a million roses, and there’re times I wish I hadn’t been born. (I wish it now.)

Heartbreaker,
I’ve run out of beauty,
Run out of excuses,
& I’m bloody tired of fixing the mess I keep creating.

This love tears you apart and breaks you down.
Once again, I’m sorry. (I’d say it to you in person if you’d let me.)
This is the worst I’ve felt since then.