Sometimes I just screw up everything I touch. Not really sure of how to get back. Do I even want to get back. Do I want to be someone who always make it look like everything is fine, like nothing bothers me. Fake smiles and and fake words. Instead I would better run away. Somewhere where no one could ever find me or reach me. Somewhere where no one would care if sometimes I do or say something wrong. And instead of judging they would learn to forgive and forget.
