If you could see me now would you recognize me?
Would you pat me on the back or would you criticize me?
Would you follow every line on my tear-stained face
Put your hand on a heart that was cold
As the day you were taken away?

The Script - If You Could See Me Now

hi

do you remember how things used to be? simplicity. i swore i would never leave,
but i did. things fell apart. i was scared, afraid, lost and alone.
i try hard to live with my morals who seem to be a backstabbing cunt.
what is life when you cannot look at your own reflection and like what you see?