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あたしには あなただけよ...
It's too much. Too much.
Saturday, June 17, 2017 // back to top?
Let me ask, is it really wrong that I always tried to reach out when I feel like being strangled?
And is that too much to ask that I only want someone to speak to me, and just have a... conversation?
Nothing serious, really, just a small talk will do.
Is it too much that I wanted attention?
I don't have the intention to kill you, but it seems like you're dying whenever I touched you.
Am I that much of poison? Am I too much to hold?
Am I being over-spoiled?
Neither I want to have this kind of sickening personality. How am I supposed to handle this?
When the panic attacks and being pushed away when I call for help?
Am I too much?
I don't understand, I understand you're asking me not to bother you, but I don't know.
The more I think about it, the more I am at fault.
How terrible, such a horrible person I am.
How can I throw away the person I am supposed not to be?
How can I kill myself and still having you needing me?
I don't know the border between selfish or really needing the help.
I am such a horrible person. I am the worst person you'll ever know.
You shouldn't have known me, you'll live a lot better life. You deserve a lot more.
Me? I should've been gone long time ago.
Why do I even bother.