How!?

You were suppose to come with me.

That's all the text consisted of.. And that's all I needed to hear. He blamed me for all his problems because of that one night. He blames me for everything.. All because things didn't work out in his favor.


And for once, I know this isn't my fault. I believe it isn't my fault.

So tell me how the fuck it's my fault so I can laugh in your face and walk away.

Autobiography in Five Chapters

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost... I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I'm in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in... it's a habit
My eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.