Underneath it all.

Do you want me to lie to you, is that what you want? Because I can if you want, but don't expect it to make you feel any better. Trust me, I do it to myself all the time, and it gets you nowhere. Don't act like you didn't see this coming, we all know I can't hold anything together, that I can't be trusted and the only things I'm good at are fucking up and breaking hearts, or something like that. I wish that you'd just tell me that you hate me, that I'm good for nothing, but we all know you're too nice. I wish you'd just make up your mind and take it all back or accept that for now this is the way it has to be. I can't deal with this, not right now, when everything at the moment is opposite to itself.

S.