Maybe I’m born to be alone. Maybe I’m born to be some girl who’s good, but will never be good enough for anyone. I don’t know why but from where I’m standing now it’s pretty clear that although I’d like to believe that I’m a good person, I can never be that girl who would be, one day deserving to be swept off her feet. And unlike some others, finding that “love” of mine would be as hard as looking for a needle in a haystack.
And you know what else? IT. FUCKING. SUCKS.