To be alone is to be alive.

I think I'm in love with your flaws. They are mind blowing, but best of all they make you who you are. Let's face it, there's no fun in loving people for what they're good at, shit like that just makes us undefinable. You must be really unhappy, and I can see it in your eyes. But don't worry, I'll be here to watch you, to help you cry. I hope you never forget how alone you are, how unsuccessful you've been or the fact that nobody actually loves you. I know you'd like to miss how it used to be, but let's not get ahead of yourself, you couldn't remember even if you tried. You said things were gonna get better. Is this it or am I just making the wrong choices? But then again, what does it matter, you have nothing to believe in anymore.

S.