Too many feelings. Too much hurt. Maybe it was all my fault. Maybe just maybe. Hurt after hurt after hurt.

Maybe I am trash and trash we trow away, we don't care about trash, trash is just there in our way, trash is discusting, trash has no meaning, trash is taking too much place, trash we push aside hide it in a deserted place so people cannnot see it, trash is yacky. Damm trash!