i cant scream this loud enough, it was over before it ever began.

i feel like i was over before i ever began, and this blood that has stained my hands wont come clean, no matter how hard i scrub, or how much i pretend i cannot see it. this blood that drips through my fingers as a constant reminder of who you are. i want this bullsh*t curse to leave me now. i want to wake tomorrow without stains and without the thoughts. how could i have been over before i began, my chance went down the drain that thursday night, with the rest of me and with you.

i hate it and i hate you.

this was over before it ever began.