shattered, shattered, shattered. pieces of my soul and heart thrown around everywhere.
the only word to describe me is.. broken.
i don't know where it even started, maybe it was from the guilt i felt when you seemed sad because of what i did. i wasn't happy about something as precious as you possibly being changed in feelings due to stupid things i said.
after that, i feel as if it's became a habit.
if anything bad happens, it's my fault.
if anything good happens, it was due to someone else.
in a way, it is true. - ???
