You won't like me.
I am not the nice girl.
I am not your friend.
I don't care about you, but most of all, I don't care about me.
Go ahead, hate me.
We all have secrets.
I have them as well-dark, terrible secrets.
The only time I can breathe is when I forget.
I need to be numb.
You don't want to know how.
But as long as I can breathe, the past cannot smother me.