Somewhere, somehow, in our lives, we tend to get to our lowest point.
Who do you think you are, why must you always do things the way you want. And you sure have a way out with others, that no one can do anything.Why do you have to do this. Why make me feel this way again when i've just gotten used to things and decided not to think about it. Why, i hate you, but much as i want to i can't. You caused me to feel so down again. Time and again, you brought me up but it was also you who sent me down..