Thoughts ran across my mind, flitting, drilling, snippets.

It was all so easy to lose it, to lose control. Everything was weighing down on me.

I cried for the girl who always needed more. Sometimes, people are born wanting more, needing more.
Does needing more makes them lesser? Was it fair than for them to receive more than those in greater need should they be offered? I dont know. I dont wanna ponder over this.

Then i wept, for the girl who may have lost her chance at happiness. Some things make her happy, it was enough, but it doesnt take away the feel of lack of completeness.

Perhaps she never knew how to love. No one taught her to love in any other way.
Opened too slow, accepted too late and fell too deep.
What happens now id her consequences.

Sometimes, lifes a bitch. Because it was her to leave it burning in her. Sometimes it left a mark, it hurts but it will soon fade. But sometimes it left a scar. One that would teach anf remind her of what she should and should not do.

No matter how much she wishes to share, it will and might not ever happen because thats her. Anf its eating her up, every single time.

If i csnt face all this, i must be weaker than i thought.