Beautiful Mistake My life surrounds itself with the word mistake. Everything I do ends up being a mistake. And then I can't fix it when I realize what I've done. Take it for example, my relationship with a guy always ends with no questions being asked. Always ends because of an impulse. I should ask question, by god. I'm so horrible. And with my parents. Mistakes bring me to guilt. I can't bring myself to tell them about my cell phone. And I cut last night because of it. Am I horrible child? Should I not be here? It's like what ever fuck is wrong with me? Is the world against me? Have I madden the god that I don't believe in? Or is it just karma? Gosh, the world is too fucked up. You tell the truth and you get fucked over. Tell a lie, and it's ten times worse. In your concious and your life. Its like what the fxck mate?! Oh well.. I'm over with it. Valetine's Day is in two day. No guy has even looked my way, now I'm crushed and dreading thursday :/