There comes a time in every woman's life where she just has to say "screw it! I'm going to blow bubbles."
Now is that time.
I can't handle this anymore. I just can't. I've ruined so many lives, just with my very existence. Why am I even here? I'm doing no good. Nothing I do is any good anymore.
I want to be with my dad. I want it to be over. I want to not feel guilty for being myself, knowing that myself is what's causing people pain and frustration and everything else.
I want it to be over.