It's quite hard to convince somebody that I understand what they're going through..
But I do. I do understand how it feels like to be really small, and as insignificant as humanly possible. Those deep, echoing, piercing aches in places that you didn't know you had inside you.
No matter how many places you've gone to, or how many bottles you've drank, or friends and new people you see; you still go to bed every night going through every detail wondering what you did wrong, or what you have misunderstood.
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We fall in love with the wrong people because we are always hoping we are wrong. And every time he/she does something that tells us he's no good, we ignore it. And every time he/she comes through and suprises us, he/she wins us over, and thats the moment we lose that argument with ourselves, that he/she's not for you.
