even more so, of all people to bring me down, it's you. of all hearts to doubt me, it's yours. i'm never taking this out on you. cause i realise, maybe i should try harder the next time, my bad. and thanks for everything. i love the way you held my cheeks in your palms tonight. "don't cry, you know i don't like that. you told me you're a strong girl." it worked. where did you learn how to do that anyway? but sorry. i still went home and broke down on my knees. and threw pillows towards the mirror screaming you don't love me anymore, just plain dumb and pathetic. and streak by streak, black mascara began to seep in every direction, i'll just stop and look at the person staring back at me and tell her. fuck, you're ugly.

maybe my mum is right, "you're just a little girl, you'll never grow up."

.blindPlacebo )