Or maybe I'm not good enough.

My biggest fear is that one day you'll find out and, well.

Low self-esteem just has to hit you at the time when you're least equipped to deal with it.

Gimme love, gimme pain.

I feel like ranting and raving and screaming and crying for all its worth. Because I'm manic and I'm depressive and there are all these goddamn thoughts I can't rid myself of.

And I'd want you to see me drive myself insane. And then I'd give you the option of staying or leaving, right after you've seen how crazy and destructive I can get.

Because as corny as cheesy and cliched as it sounds, I love you too much to hurt you by seeing me self-destruct, and to suffer because you can only stand by adn watch and feel helpless. And it'd be only for those reasons that I'd ever break it off with you.

Because as I've said so many times, I can self-destruct all I want, but I absolutely refuse to take anyone down with me.