So what have I got to talk about? My past few days have been nothing but a wreck. I am the wreck. There's nothing to talk about anymore it seems. I can type properly though! Really fast too! Would you even read this??? I'm nothing but ugly, and drunk, and imperfect, and not worth loving anymore.
Was I really??? I thought I did so much for him. Not the best but my best. Was that not good enough??? I don't understand. I thought everything would be okay. I did all I could. I don't understand. I don't understand.
Luqman has thrown a million more arrows into my heart by making me read the English lyrics of this song.
The hell am I doing here? The hell is he doing? The hell is the reason for him doing this?
I'm not just a wreck, I'm not just shattered, I'm empty. Drunk or not, I still feel dead. Dead. Empty. Just filling up space for nothing. This space could be given to someone more deserving right?
God should take me away soon, stop giving me chances to repent because I'm always disappointed Him. Just take me away when I'm wasted so I'll def go to Hell. Kan???
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