It

[lilredridinhood]

It's eating at me, tearing me apart alive. I can't think, I can hardly eat, I can only make a feeble attempt at laughing. It has consumed my entire being. All I do when I lie in bed at night is think about it and wonder what was supposed to be. Is this my destiny? To not feel happiness, to never know anything else but it? It haunts me in my sleep, delivering one nightmare after another. Every single time, I wake up hoping it isn't so. In the darkness, my tears lull me to sleep. How can it be that I have to live like this while everybody else knows happiness with you? Am I doomed to be the one who sits in the corner watching everybody laugh and mingle? Day after day, I try to achieve happiness and inner peace with myself to no avail. After all is done and said, the trash is where I feel I belong. A discarded used piece of useless shit. And all this, just because of IT. This should bring a feeling of accomplishment and peace to you. IT is my unreturned love for you.