I fucked up agian. Too wrapped up in my own pathetic life to even realize the cruelty of my words and the severity of my accusations on your worst day of the year.
I fuck up all too much to stay in touch. I need to walk out of your life after walking in, for I’ve only made your life worse. I’ve caused you to worry and I’ve caused you to cry. I’ve caused you to fear. I’ve caused you to lie. I didn’t listen to you when you told me I would fuck up my life, and now it’s too late, if you only knew. I regret the lies and I regret the truth. I regret all that I’ve done to you. You may not believe me, but I swear it’s true. I’m forever sorry and I love you. I look in the mirror and I am disgusted by my reflection. I see the ugliness inside. I see the fake beauty, the forced smiles, and all the lies. As I look at my reflection a vision dwells in my mind. I see my head smash into the mirror, shattering my reflection. I hear the glass break apart into tiny silver splinters. I feel my blood run down my face from my head. I see it hit the floor, so rich, so red. I pick up a shard of glass and slice open my small wrist. I fall to the floor with relief at last I’ll be dead. I feel tears well up in my eyes, and I let out a frustrated sigh. If ony I were strong enough to live my dream. If only my vision were as real as it seemed. I lie on the floor and begin to cry. That’s all I can do. A weak whore isn’t strong enough to let herself die.