The Opifany and the Crash.

Today started out fantastic, and then got cold really fast. Then that down created a twisted upside that I took hold of gratefully. And after that burst of happiness, I got crushed. It's like the only person trying to not bring me down anymore are a few select and God. It's so hard to see who you are anymore. As far as I'm concerned, I'm worse. I see the signs, and I ignore. Is that smart? NO! Does it matter to me that I'll get hurt in the process to someone else's self discovery... not until it happens. I'm so sick of failing. I want out. Drama is finding me, and I want it gone. Don't ask me to forgive you yet, I want to wallow in this pity a while. You know I'm a sucker for forgiveness, so just do me a solid, and don't. I'm not strong enough. Not yet. You scarred me, and you scarred me good.