I'm so sick of this.
It's like everything I touch, everything I go near, try to repair, help, fix...
It all withers.
Goes sour.
Dies.
No one seems to understand that my intentions are almost never anything but pure. All I want is the simple gratification of a job well done. To finally fix something. To be recognized as the person that helped. Not as the person that destroyed.
It's like some outward force is trying to keep me from being happy.
"Oh no! Taylor has friends! Better take care of that!"
"Uh-oh...Taylor's trying to help someone..Let's make her miserable for that one."
It's like some sort of twisted, backwards karma.
Good and happiness are like pathogens in my world. And the universe sends the immune system on it right away.
I never wanted to lose anyone.
I was just looking out for myself. For once in my life. Look where it got me.
"No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat; we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide..
You have made it harder just to go on.
And why,?
All the possibilities where I was wrong..
That's what you get when you let your heart win.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win."
-Paramore.
