Every good thing in my life that comes my way, I somehow ruin.
When will I ever learn?
Can I get a do-over?
I’m ok. I’m gonna be ok. I’m gonna live a beautiful life and I’ll get to know beautiful people. I will create things of beauty and be surrounded by flowers. And I’ll love myself, and I’ll be soft, I’ll be kind. And I’ll be ok.
I just so desperately want to be taken away from this all.