Pain and destruction lie in the wake of my arrival. I can't seem to do or say anything right. I bring pain to people I care about- my family and my friends. I can't be there for anyone even though I want to be. I try to do right but I end up doing wrong.
Maybe my self-destruction is inevitable... but they should know me better... I love them far too much to see them suffer and so I continue to punish myself... the self-prosecution of a friendless, loveless existence so that I won't hurt anyone else in the process...
