And that’s all I’ll ever be, a sad, lonely girl on the edge of tomorrow, until tomorrow is really today’s death.
You shouldn’t fall in love with a sad girl.
You should only ever be falling out of love with a sad girl.
Because I know you want to save me, but no one can. Because sadness is something I was born with; it sticks to me like my shadow. Sadness coats my insides until I’m all slimy and mucky and slippery. Sadness lets you touch me only enough for you to crave more, until I crumble beneath your same fingers that only a moment ago were making me moan.
Because I’m a sad girl, baby.
Never forget that I warned ya.