"You wanna know whats so messed up about the situation I'm in?? I was the good one. I stuck around, I waited... I held onto every single hope I could possibly find in the hopes of trying to work things out. I accepted him for his flaws, and I didn't judge him. I begged and pleaded for him to see reason. I TRIED... I gave my all and for what?? To get trampled on. To get thrown into a fire that was poked and prodded to be pushed into the flames before I got a chance to plead my case to not get burned at the stake. He was the one who gave up so easily without barely a hesitation. But who is the one suffering?? Definitely not him. He pushed me into a world of suffering, whose only crime that I was guilty of was loving someone too much. Guilty of giving someone else every ounce of love that I had left in me to give even when I thought that I couldn't possibly love someone again. But who's not suffering?? The person who made me feel like utter garbage when I needed him most. When I poked and pried to see if he was oki only to be shut off behind a wall that was too high to climb over, and too long to walk around. I was pushed away by the one person who had promised me infinity and instead got cold feet at the end of the milky way. I was let down by the one person who I tried so hard to please... but who's hurting?? Not him... that's for sure..." -Janarie
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"Shroud me in your darkness, and let me become your Queen of the Night."