Why can’t my life be as beautiful as the ones I ruined once we’re? I walk alone and there is nothing I can do about it. Yes, I’ve tried and there are no options. I’m still as indecisive and fed up as I was 4 days ago. 4 days ago, I don’t even know what I miss out on. If I had what I want, “BANG!!!” is the last thing I would hear. But one thing I can’t figure out is why I have to bear the very pain and agony I have suffered. Why I have to watch everyone be happy as possible and I’m still sinking. Why I can’t just escape this hell I created. Why everyone and everything I loved had to go. Why? Why? WHY ME?! I have no idea. My sentence began before I even committed the crime. If anyone reads this, just know I would give my life that one day I seem to always mention in these posts. I can’t stop thinking about it. About her.