sometimes you get so engrossed with your own pathetic life that you forget that others live one too. you blame others for looking ever so shallow into you forgetting that you'd done the exact same thing. you forget that there are others along the way that still help you up. others that cry with you despite their caustic cussing. sometimes you fall so deep into depression that you forget what it's like to be happy. sometimes by being independent we do need a little reliance on others. sometimes you forget that all your hatred stemmed from your once deep love.

perhaps some things never do change.
others do. without a choice.
why did you choose to change all that and forget it?

she lives in lies and surrounds herself with pain.