“it’s me,” a statement that comes out of every confused, pity girl.

was it enough? or it wasn’t enough?

she dreams of bugs because it shows she’s anxious. nervous. her heart trembles with fear. she dreams of spiders because she’s afraid of going after the unknown.

doubtful — running away from the perplexity of the beautiful mess she’s made.

she has nothing to lose, so she sulks.

she takes the blame for everyone, because she’s a trophy.

love will never win her over.

& she continues her battle with her teary bambi eyes, delicate blood stained lips and her soul filled with rage.

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