Alone

I was alone.
I was sitting on my window thinking about all the things wrong.
I was just trying to forget about all the things that hurt me by smoking and drinking alcohol.
I hate myself.
Every inch.
Damn. I miss when things were good and not bad.
I miss the conversations where I never heard the words "I'm dying".
Or the name "heather".
I'm a disappointment.
A failure. Heh.