These little games you play are funny, aren't they?
You play tricks with other people minds and it seems to excite you and you don't give a fuck about anybody's opinion. Well, I'm pretty aware, that's not true. You care even more than you want to. It hurts you in ten million ways, but you can't help it, can you? And why? Do you need this pain you're going through all the time, when you can't fix or control anything? Do you need it to make you feel that you're still here, still alive, or what? Why can't you just stop it and live a normal life? Oh, no, I forgot normal is not normal for you, because you have to experience everything and not only phisically but emotinally, mentally. And so what? Are you alright now having this fucking nervous break-down? Are you ok crying with no reason? Are you doing fine fighting your long-forgotten fears? What do you actually want? You wanna die, kill yourself one day? Stupid question... Yeah, now from time to time it gets to you and you want to stop breathing, but you fight it, becaues deep down inside you know, that won't make anything better... And so you go on, living, playing, fighting, experiencing... You can't do anything about it, it's, as you call it, your nature.
So what can I tell you? Good luck, girl, show them what a cruel, careless, selfish bitch you are, when you're really not one...
Hope, one day you'll be happy with your life or with it.
And one last thing: welcome back, Darling!
P.S: I was hoping, this time will never come and I won't have to stand you once more. Seems, I was wrong... regretfully... Though as you like it: no excuses, no apologies, no regrets... And to be true, sometimes I almost love you for that and wish I could've been you... but I'm just a shadow...