Some days I just don't understand who I was before now. I'm always going to be unhappy I've found out, doesn't matter how much I change because I don't change. I can't stop thinking about the past and the things I wish I would have, could have, should have done. It isn't like I can go back and fix those times but I wish I could forget them. We are who we are because of our pasts, so am I happy with who I am?
Haha, funny fucking question.
Haha, funny fucking question.