Life would of been easier if I didn’t exist. If you said no to my development, if you chose to say no to continue my life with yours. I know that sounds wrong, but no one else could of made this decision but you, so deal with the damn consequences. Woman up.

You bring joy to everyone around you, you bring hope to the hopeless, you bring happiness at even the hardest times to be happy, you bring a smile after a million tears. How could I ever doubt you. I love you.

I hate justification of my wrong doings. If any of that makes sense. I want someone to fight me and tell me shit straight. I hate it, but I crave it so much.

Why must every word carry a sword, why must every intention be carried so carelessly that it breaks others, why must my heart seem as black as coal, why must the current always be against my favor. Give me answers to that and you’ve given me a reason for my every existence.