Muddled

Stop. You cant write a book with one chapter. Close that chapter, that part of your life... and open the new one.

You cant say I'm "perfect" and still make me feel like second best.

sadface.

I'm not sure if anyone can beat this... this feeling. The one that makes you feel useless and unworthy of everything you've ever wanted, and ever gotten. The one that makes your eyes hurt and feel gritty. The one that moistens your cheek as you stare into something beautiful and see absolutely nothing.

"Nothing." The word is amazing in how descriptive it can be... when it describes the absence of any perceivable substance known to mankind.