all said with love...

I'm so sorry I ever hurt you. I hate that you kissed her. I hate you for making me cry. Because I'm jealous, because I hurt, because I'm alone…

I wanna make promises, I wanna say forever, and even if it falls to shit that's how I'll live because it makes you stronger. Hold me…

I hate you, for making me hate myself. Regret. Memories. Let go already! I just want to go back to the way things were…

Maybe we're through. Make me feel again, anything. Why don't you want me? I love you, I think about you all the time…

I feel pink. Torture…

With love, more than I ever would have imagined.

Am I the one holding the needle?

Mold #8 sold: $10 donated to the American Cancer Society