It's not my fault that I act and look like him. I'm sorry if that reminds you of a lot of shit... I really am. I just wish that I wouldn't be punished by being who I am. Once again. I just wish, for once, I could just be me and that would be fine by you.

I wish I could just not be that girly girl you always wanted me to be. I wish could just be this person that doesn't really care if her outfit matches the weather. Because I really don't care about those things. I never did.

I also never really cared about ballet, but I know you wanted a bailarina. I just wanted some freedom, you know. Just some wind in my face and everything was OK.

I'm really sorry about not being who you want me to be. But, when I was trying to be that girl, I was miserable. You have no idea what I have done for hating myself... And you'll probably never know.

The worst part is that now I have to live knowing that you remember of him when you see me. I know I sort of left you too, I know I'm also quiet and hate to sleep in other's people's beds. But I'm not him and I wish you could just see it and be just fine.

The girl dating the serial killer

And there she was. So fucking in love any idiot in the face of earth could see it... except him. Or maybe not. Maybe he knew, but wanted some kind of ego boost. Who doesn't, right? But she was so freakishly not ready to like someone like that. And she did it anyway. That was sort of her move: just doing things.

But, for him, that wasn't the natural course of things. Some people are just disconnected from the feelings they are able to feel. Some people just think they've had enough, so they became lethargic. They could actually kill someone and not feel a thing. They act sort of like serial killers that don't kill anyone.

And, he... He was like an inocent serial killer. And, damn, nobody wants to be the girl dating the serial killer at the end of the day. But she had fell in love with him... badly. Even tough he wasn't even funny enough to be with her.