“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.” ― Marilyn Monroe
As the ones cast from heaven paraded into hell, their wings were singed and burned, pain dulling as flesh charred. Their halos were forged under such pressure into precious stones and rocks, but invisible to the angels placed on Earth - humans, ones like you and me. We're still kind of the lucky ones.
Of you. I mean, it's not as if I didn't try. I tried. I tried to salvage what we had, i tried to be very nice even though all you treat me is like shit, but at the end of the day, it all boils down to nothing. So, I guess, it just means it's not meant to be. We can never force things that have no chemistry. And frankly speaking, Im quite tired of your shit. So maybe we all need a break, yah?