Over and over again I keep on getting dragged back into my past. Why? I really wish I'd never have to see you again... But when I do this time, I'm going to tell you straight up what's on my mind. I'll tell you everything about the past couple of years and I'll tell you about how you turned me into a fuck up. I'll tell you about how I cry because of you, I'll tell you how my bruises haven't healed and I am still broken, I'll tell you about the times I tried to run away from it all but it came back to me meeting you...
Now I have to go take a shit.
