taught unhinged when i look at myself now there is so much to see. that i just didn't want to before i met you. and i tried to apologize and you aren't saying anything. which serves me right but i still want you to say something...anything. even if it was just how much you hate me. please...i have more pretty days than ugly days. i look in the mirror with different eyes. eyes you gave me. things you taught me that were just those damn 'learned too late don't know what you have til it's gone' lessons. regret regrets fuck 010622 what's it to you? who go blather from