Her whisper is the lucifer.

I should call it a day and admit defeat and crawl back into bed... but there's something I feel like I want to do. Something, wrong. It's like, as soon as I'm alone the most fucked up ways to fuck you up thoughts just enter my head and dive around.
if I can't be beautiful I want to be invisible.

Of course he doesn't want to marry me, why on earth would he? Every girl dreams of engagements and things, I never did but I still had an idea, though Love Always Has Other Plans.
Fuck this, I just couldn't hide being a lunatic forever.

Plus, what do you do when everyone you know and love tells you your dreams are wrong?

What if... I'd met you first?
No, what if I never knew you at all?
These thoughts are useless.