Broken dreams is what we're made of. One day we will fly high and then our wings will die.

=/ I feel like a horrible person. I don't want to be here now, I'm a fucken screw up. I fuck up everything for everyone. I wish things would go differently. But me wanting to help others just makes things worse for us. I'm sorry, But if I apologize you will destroy me even more.

I wish you would have the heart to say No to others, I will not "help" you anymore. I just seem to fuck everything up I have tried to help but no luck. I miss being a careless kid =/