The Process

There are so many up's and downs. Right when I think I'm finally putting myself back together again, something drags me back down. I'm trying to be strong. Really, I am. Hanging out and meeting other people, enjoying life, but there's always that last thing murdering me before I hit the hay. The past is the past, everyone claims that's where it belongs and where it should surely stay. Is it wrong that I want someone to be completely miserable?