“No. Don’t you get it? I’m not worth this. I don’t deserve to have your shoulder to cry on. I don’t deserve to have you care about me. I deserve to be alone until my very last breath. Save yourself from me. I’m a walking disaster area. I’m a fatal wreck waiting to happen. Its so painful to be in the middle of a storm like this. To stand in the eye of a hurricane that you created. Watching everyone and everything around you break down to nothing. Knowing that it's your fault and you can’t do a thing about it. Save yourself from my destruction, trust me it's inevitable. You deserve so much more. I’m sorry I can’t be the one to give it to you. But you deserve a full person, not me. Not the girl thats shattered and broken so badly you can’t touch her without shredding your skin. I wish I was worth fixing, but i'm not. I wish I was worth your words, but i’m not. I wish I was worth you, but I think its time we both accept the fact that i’m not.”
I guess I could be the reason they name hurricanes after people, But please don't stick around to find out. I don’t think I could live with myself if I destroyed you. // L.E.C.