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I didnt know whether or not i shouldve kept typing. I felt sad. lol, i sound so emo right now (NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE OUT THERE) lol, im so precautious. anyhoo, go read the story and REVIEW. Pwease (/_\)
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Am I the only one?

Am I the only one who shakes?

Am I the only one who feels things?

Am I the only one who sees how wrong this is?

Am I the only one who thinks this is going to end with a semen filled condom and a convoluted heart.

Am I the only one left to sweep up shards of glass with my dustpan?

Am I the only one who isn't happy?

Am I the only one who isn't celebrating?

Am I the only one alone in this party?

Am I the only one with no one snuggled up against me?

The only one around this Christmas tree without a pretty little present in my lap with dainty little wrapping and a shiny little ribbon with perfect little calligraphy scribbled upon it reading
"Baby open me now"?

But does she count?

But does he count?

But does Jon count?

But do I count?


But no.


I'm done.

I'm done with my lower lip sticking out.

I'm done with smearing my eyeliner.

I'm done with my throat hurting.

I'm done with throwing up.

I'm done with throwing things.

I'm done with finding the good in him.

I'm done with finding the good in her.

I'm done with finding the good in this.

I'm done with finding the good in me.

I'm done with this pain.

I'm done with this agony.

I'm done with my SheiKra emotions.

I'm done with that thudding in my chest.


I've recently discovered shortly after.
It just stopped.


I'm done with thinking logically.

I'm done with having doubts.

I'm done with looking back.

I'm done with looking forward.

I'm done with having to look in his eyes and see all the things we could've had had I just opened my fucking mouth.

I'm done with my regrets.

Now as far as I'm concerned I don't have any.

Now as far as I'm concerned I don't have any concerns.

I'm done with having to see wedding magazines strewn around the floor.

I'm done with being the only one with a hole in every vital organ in me.

I'm done with seeing his fill for every vital organ.

I'm done with being to afraid to jump.


But let's get one thing straight.
I am not done however, with two things.
My wrists,
My lust.