"I'm the kind of kid who can't let anything go."

Spent last night curled up on the floor.
Tears overflowing in one eye and spilling into the next
again and again.
I let it soak the carpet under me and then I laid in the cold puddle and cried until I puked.

Because even if you don't know what you're doing, it still hurts like hell.
And I still hate you for it.

I want things to get better and stay better.