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She walked into the big empty room and stood there...staring. Her hands shaking with crimson liquid dripping on to the floor. Her eyes widen with fear. What have she done? She knelt down to the floor and began to cry. Tears ran down her cheeks as fast as waterfall. Wanting to undo her mistakes, she could not; for it was too late. All she could hear was her thoughts racing. One after another and a loud ringing that would not go away. She was on her knees and holding her head tightly afraid that if she let go her head would collapse. Red splashed on the walls. On the floor. Her in the middle. Him at her side. Alone with her thoughts and his body.

It's sad to say that I have reached this point in life... What is the point in living when you can no longer find happiness. You try to find reasons for why you are still living... your existence. You know you've gone into a dark place when you begin to think about ending your own life.

"And I looked into his dark eyes and that's when I knew, I was fucked." I guess this is kind of going to turn into a rant. I hate when guys say they're looking for a good girl and then when they have her, don't know what to do with her. Kind of like girls with puppies and kittens. You can't just stop caring and paying attention to them and then decide you don't want them. . . I mean I guess you can, but it's a dick move. At least be honest about your intentions. You can't just Defile them. Get bored with them. Leave them out in the dirt. Forget about their existence. Act like they never happened. Tell them they're cute. Make them believe they're special. Tell them the previous one really lost a good one. Because that's how bitches are made. And no, I'm not talking about dogs or cats. I guess it was a short rant.

I regret everything. I regret ever saying yes to the first person to ask me out when I thought I was an ugly duck that nobody wanted. I regret regret accepting compliments from guys who I thought were just being nice and sensitive over my disgusting persona. I regret kissing the first boy to ever want to kiss me because he wanted to see how it was like. I regret listening to the problems and stressful situations of the guys I was into. I regret ever letting any of them touch me in a perverted manner. I regret enjoying it. I regret feeling safe in his arms. I regret ever meeting him. I regret ever making the first move to get closer to him. I regret telling him it's ok. I regret letting him know I'll be there whenever you need me. I regret having any feelings for you. I regret crying over you. And most importantly I regret ever meeting my dad. I regret listening to him about his days. I regret ever getting to know him. I regret it all.

Am I wasting my time?

I am weak. I am incompetent. I have fell into a dark dispair. My strength broken down into pieces. Nowhere to go. No freedom. Caged in. Lost. Noone to trust. Bitterness. Nothing left, but bitterness. I work hard to build my empire and continued to get pushed down to the ground. Nothing left.

If I could have any superpowers, I'd have the ability to turn invisible. It's sad to say it's not much of a "superpower" per se, but if I were in an awkard situation, embarrassed, or shy, I'd want to be invincible. I could consider myself invincible as if now, but then that would mean I'm depressed. Which I'm not, I'm just in search of change. Something new. A new life. Then I'd say, if I could have any super power I'd wish for the strength to not give up and live up to expectations.  But, it's okay. I'll find my way. I'm not sad or depressed. I'm just in search of a new beginning.  I will surpass my obstacles. I will find love. I will find a new beginning. I'm not sad, I'm hopeful.  hōp / noun 1 . a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. " he looked through her belongings in the hope of coming across some information " synonyms: aspiration ,  ...