I always told myself I wouldn’t be like this.

I would be fine; I wouldn’t fall into these traps. But I may have this time. I read this and the words are screaming my name. Delete the meaning of this and just put my name by it and it would make sense. Why, why, why? This is your god damn fault, you broke me. No not a person. This world. It’s eaten away at me like a virus. Taking me slowly till finally I am too weak to do anything about it and just take it. I am weak.