I like to believe that I can change your world, become your happiness, to be the best for you. And if that can’t be done, all I have to do is to try.
But truthfully, reality hasn’t changed. I’m still left behind to watch you fade away. Into the darkness, into the dreadful place that you believe defines you.
I’ve made promises I couldn’t keep. But I tried.
I’m difficult, emotional, and stubborn. My mood switches all the time, and I can shut you off if you annoy me. Sometimes I wonder how people put up with me.
