My name is Danielle Elizabeth
I am the story of narcissism.
Other than that, I'm not really sure.
I know how I work, yet I hold no classification.
I've done everything wrong by putting myself on auto pilot.
I've killed my friendships. Murdered my family.
I am hated.
I need to change. I'm trying.
I'm not sure how. I've destroyed the real me. I'm not sure who I am at all.
I am just a pretty face, if you could even call it that.
I am just another girl to all of you.
Sometimes I want to stay that way.
My mind is withering away, with nothing to show for it.
I am what you'd call a "Hopeless Case."
If you are reading this, do not make an effort to get to know me. My snake charm is the only thing that works with strangers.
I hurt others and blame them.
I will back you into a corner and hate you for it.
I am stupid.
I seek approval in any way I can, though I know I'll never find it.
- sigh -
I'm not worth the hurt.
Breakups:
Sometimes,
we have to realize that the person we cry over every night just isn't worth it.
That just because we love them, doesn't mean they love us back.
We have to control those butterflies whenever we see them online, or just walking outside.
We need to see that no matter what we want or feel, we can't go back on our word. And we can spend forever searching for that right moment that will never come.
We need to learn that when we lose sleep over them, we'll just be crabby in the morning and cause a fight with a good friend.
And that no matter how many time we told them we loved them, it doesn't matter now. That all the things we were going to do, or supposed to do won't happen. That today is a new day, and these hurt feelings will pass.
The best thing we have is our friend's.
And lets face it, they probably feel the same way.