Sometimes i wonder if the only reason she keeps me around is because i make her feel better about herself.
She's so damn perfect,
And now she's got almost everything she could ever want.
Almost.

And then there's me.

I don't even know what to say anymore.
I'm just so fucking sick of everything.
It's to the point where I don't even care if I'm okay again.

I'm numb again.

I forgot how easy it was to feel this way.
Or rather, not feel at all.