It kills me to write sometimes.

It kills me that I've been naive and ignorant enough to believe that I deserve something good. Fact is, I don't. And that's that.

Why would anyone want to stick around for me? Be with me? Haven't I always been on my own? And it's not like my problems are irresolvable. They're just a consequence of my own choices.

I swear, it's not easy, believing that anything good can come out of anybody. It's only human to want, to expect, to believe in the possibilities that may complement our pursuits in one way or another.

Haha the problem has to be me. I can't figure it out yet but it's happened one time too many. I don't know if I have the strength to do what it takes to salvage this one.

I really want to be wrong about it this time. I can't go through another round of cruel promises and then have all of it taken back.

"Hi, i'm Nas. Perfect for anybody on the rebound."