Black.

Past~

I miss you. Alright, I don't miss you. I miss being special, and being beautiful, and being important, and being worth loving. So I guess I do miss you. Indirectly. I know I am selfish, and I don't even know if I like myself anymore for having this kind of feeling. And I know I can't complain, because it was me who begged for it. *sigh*

I need a new happy pill. It seems that you have expired.