Everything's all torn apart again. My life is nothing more than a fucking mess, one that I could have prevented if I never met you. I don't understand why I have to love someone that I cannot have. I don't understand why God wants me to want to die every waking moment, because that's honestly how I feel. I feel like there's no option for me. I've run out of choices. Fuck all the stories where people end up happy because it never happens.