Paparazzi

Being alone with my thoughts doesn't suit me. Especially when they are of you. I run through every memory like it was a movie. Every scene is repeated over and over until I am about to scream.

I can't play your game. You've got me beat. This didn't happen on my terms, so let me at least defend myself. If I ever meant anything to you, you know this is not fair.

Look at my blog being all depressing...

I didn't do this right, but can you let me make it right?