once again i stand beaten and broken. when all is said and done, i can't figure out why i'm still trying...love is illogical and can heal almost anything, but has it reached a point where there's no reason to allow it to heal? is it like trying to rehabilitate a pathological serial killer? sometimes it feels that way.
...lies and deciet aren't colors she wears well...
...lies and deciet aren't colors she wears well...