"This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters. But we never stood a chance, and I'm not sure if it matters--I know this hurts, it was meant to. Your secret's out, and the best part is that it isn't even a good one."


I don't have words for you. I just see it. Because I never really saw you. It's hardly depressing because for the majority of it, I've seen this dark cloud in the background, getting ready to touch down, but it's still upsetting. And something upsetting may turn into something colossal at this stage in the game, but maybe I need something like that. I've backed down and away from most of the things that made me happy because in brief moments, I am happy, I am high off of you, but the high brings a low, and I'm so low. I gave you what you wanted. You got what you wanted. And it's done. Maybe I'm a cynic, but I'm usually right. Why did you have to let me down like this? Why did I even begin to put up with this? It's empty so empty and I can't even begin to make it better because there's no room to make it better, there's no freedom, and it's just a thing. We used to talk about things that weren't completely obscene, and I know I never broke through.. but I was getting there. I think I was getting somewhere. I guess I just think too much, but I don't know.

I just don't know.