Suicide Queen
Posted: 08 Jul 2012, 05:49
Dear... diary,
... Is this how you're supposed to start these things? Hrm... it's been ages since I've written my thoughts down. Probably the first time I've done this in English. ... anywho... I just wanted to get some stuff onto paper, since it was nagging me... I'm a horrible person for believing what I did was right, aren't I? I most likely hurt somebody I hold dear to me, and there is no amount of " I'm sorry " to clear that up. But should I be sorry, for standing for what I believe in? Why do I feel this... guilt... like I tore Elliot's heart asunder? I can't apologize. I just can't... He wouldn't listen to me anyway... Maybe I should just face the music, and take whatever is coming to me. Would that make things better? Would me scattered to the shadows again... relieve his pain? I fucked up... I fucked up big time... and I can only sit and wait for this clusterfuck to occur... which I probably set in motion. Maybe... just maybe... he'll forgive me... but not now... not for a long time... probably not for ever... But there's a chance, right? One out of a million... is still... one out of something. ... Eh... These wounds... are going to drive me mad... Elliot's childe sure did a number on my throat, heh... Oh damn... I got blood on the paper... Eh.. Oh well, I guess... Just a minor thing of what I deserve for what I did... yeah? Maybe I'm just paranoid.. overthinking things... but I honestly doubt it... Nothing is easy... and this... whatever... what was it... a failed attempt at love? Was it doomed from my actions, in the very beginning? Maybe he was better off without... Maybe I should have just embraced whatever that zombie would have done. Heh... I doubt I'll sleep a wink... I'm already restless... just wanting Elliot to scream at me, tell me how much I probably hurt him... call whatever we had... over... Probably hurt me, which I rightfully earn. Heh... Maybe the shadows would do me some good... Maybe I should just stay there for quite some time. Just... me... floating around in my misery... though that isn't as bad as what I feel right now. Regret. Sadness. I feel I just shattered my own dreams and aspirations, over something ******* silly as my beliefs. Maybe I should think about lowering my standards? I mean... I tried my best, to protect the masquerade, and look where that gets me. I just... want to say I'm sorry to Elliot, though he won't listen.... Maybe I'll just go to bed... Yeah... That sounds like a plan...
... Is this how you're supposed to start these things? Hrm... it's been ages since I've written my thoughts down. Probably the first time I've done this in English. ... anywho... I just wanted to get some stuff onto paper, since it was nagging me... I'm a horrible person for believing what I did was right, aren't I? I most likely hurt somebody I hold dear to me, and there is no amount of " I'm sorry " to clear that up. But should I be sorry, for standing for what I believe in? Why do I feel this... guilt... like I tore Elliot's heart asunder? I can't apologize. I just can't... He wouldn't listen to me anyway... Maybe I should just face the music, and take whatever is coming to me. Would that make things better? Would me scattered to the shadows again... relieve his pain? I fucked up... I fucked up big time... and I can only sit and wait for this clusterfuck to occur... which I probably set in motion. Maybe... just maybe... he'll forgive me... but not now... not for a long time... probably not for ever... But there's a chance, right? One out of a million... is still... one out of something. ... Eh... These wounds... are going to drive me mad... Elliot's childe sure did a number on my throat, heh... Oh damn... I got blood on the paper... Eh.. Oh well, I guess... Just a minor thing of what I deserve for what I did... yeah? Maybe I'm just paranoid.. overthinking things... but I honestly doubt it... Nothing is easy... and this... whatever... what was it... a failed attempt at love? Was it doomed from my actions, in the very beginning? Maybe he was better off without... Maybe I should have just embraced whatever that zombie would have done. Heh... I doubt I'll sleep a wink... I'm already restless... just wanting Elliot to scream at me, tell me how much I probably hurt him... call whatever we had... over... Probably hurt me, which I rightfully earn. Heh... Maybe the shadows would do me some good... Maybe I should just stay there for quite some time. Just... me... floating around in my misery... though that isn't as bad as what I feel right now. Regret. Sadness. I feel I just shattered my own dreams and aspirations, over something ******* silly as my beliefs. Maybe I should think about lowering my standards? I mean... I tried my best, to protect the masquerade, and look where that gets me. I just... want to say I'm sorry to Elliot, though he won't listen.... Maybe I'll just go to bed... Yeah... That sounds like a plan...