I've realized recently that there's someone in my life that continues to hurt me, but I continue to allow her to remain a part of my life because I care about her. I feel pathetic and weak.

Fall...

How do I feel? Like I should defriend everyone on Facebook and live in recluse.

 I should have died that night in December with the tequila. And the only reason I'm still alive is because I'm some kind of secret agent out to ruin everyone's lives...