It's not pretty. It's not poetic. It's not what i wished. In the end i'm just the same, i'm just as confused, i'm just as sad, i'm just as...pointless. I'm still the same girl who reaches out for something out of grasp. I'm still the same girl who knows that where she belongs, is not where she wants to be. It's a hold that has had me trapped since day one. I'm not worthy.

"this isn't love."

12:58 a.m. - 2007-09-04