Fallen angels fly away and if I had wings I'd fly with them. I met a girl in the hospital and yet I fear her friendship. Is she conflicted, or does she not desire to be my friend? I am making her a Bad Day Box and I wrote her a semi long letter explaining myself. I hope I do not scare her away. I am hurting inside. I feel as though no one cares. I want someone to stop me and make me realize how much I'm hurting myself. It is a desire I have wanted for many years. It pains me to know I will most likely die without ever experiencing this. Simple thoughts. The complex realizations have been stolen by the fallen angels. In any case, I still am forced to wake up in the morning and hate myself. I do this with much consistency yet I must gather the strength to move past this set-back and take the next step forward. I must show them that I am strong. That I am in control. I must do this or risk hurting myself in the process. I must not give in to temptation. I must tell myself no, or become their fearful slave for eternity.
