Do you know how it feels inside, to know that you must've done something really bad yet not know exactly what bad thing you've done?
You just know you'd done something. And you just know it had to be something bad.
It happens. I know it does to me.
I knew it happened again.
I think I just turned into a stupid monster again. I gotta quit that stupid shit.
And then you just realise, it doesn't matter even if you're feeling really sorry.
It doesn't matter at all.
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