It's the wrong kind of place, to be thinking of you

My old self, my childish, immature, bubbly, innocent self...
Torn, thrown, fucked over, strangled, stabbed, taken by the veins in the back of my neck
and pulled.

Dylon's right I'll explain why...
after all the stupid fighting and being neglected by Amber because of her ex boyfriend Cam's ways, because of him, she detested me, my stupidity, and she locked me out, like everyone else, but to me... was the worst painful thing ever, my only older sister, I looked up to her. I admired her beauty, mind, herself. And I was left as waste.

At one point when me and Diyahna were close, and yet we fought.

The endless pain Dylon put me through, I could have hated him, he broke me apart emotionally, and it dramatically torn me to shreds. Breaking up with me, leaving me for other girls, lying to me about the smallest things, knowing things he wouldn't tell me about. He hurt me, I could have been with any other asshole, but it always turns out in the end that I'm better off with him.

My worst fault was being in a relationship with him because before I met him, I was independent, a bit dependent, but that was never a problem since I had Amber. But then, when I was with Dylon, I clung to him annoyingly, depended on him with everything, I told him everything, I did everything for him, got my grades up to finally meet him, learned to draw better so i could draw better couples of me and him or drawing him, made him a bear, learned a song on the piano. And he hurt me over and over and over...

And it made me the complete opposite I am today.
Yeah, sure I do have my giggles and I still have a nice personality. But to me and Dylon agrees; My innocent bubbly kandi girl rainbow loving, all that is pinktastic is so much better.