You hate yourself for being a fuck up, I hate myself for being one too. Things are fine and I choose to let my mind screw things. But the only difference is that while you can blame yourself, me blaming myself will also result in your blaming yourself. ‘I remind you of something you can’t have’. I never thought that i would hurt again, I thought that those feelings had already been buried underground. But I guess when you’re having a shitty night, everything just comes back up and it comes back to haunt me. Every single detail. Just a painful that I can’t expect anything, that it’s best to bury everything. Just keep in under lock and key, and kept deep underground. And I guess the easiest way for now, just shut the hell up next time.