Year after year,

there's always someone who will sure to walk out on me...

I spoil the broth.

I am no good girl.

I hate myself for that.

So sick of it anymore.

The pain, the sadness, the hurt, the brokenness...

Before the old wound can heal, a new one happens again...

I guess I am just... A BAD GIRL.

JUST ISOLATE ME. Seriously...