It’s funny how a beautiful fairytale can so easily turn out to be just a screw.
It all seems fine on the surface… but in reality, you’re sitting in the sludge near a garbage dump, slowly rotting away.
I wanted so badly to believe in this person, even after giving them so many chances, hoping they’d never hurt me again… but just like all the years before, they chose anyone but me. And for some reason, I stubbornly kept choosing them over and over again.
Now I realize I’ve been breathing in the fumes of the trash and the sludge I’m stuck in, and all the beauty was something I just made up for myself.
The pain that surrounds me is so heavy, I can’t even put it into words.
