Saturday, February 11, 2017

Why

Everyone I meet seems to believe the worst of me,  and I don't know why. I feel predestined to never be with who I love. It was the past that reared up and bit me, and that makes me question everything that has happened.  It is a veritable mind fuck,  that a majority of the things that came to fruition,  I cannot remember,  nor change. That is the thought that has killed me for months now