Can I not have a normal relationship?
Can I not be happy?
I am tired of this feeling of being forgotten, neglected, unappreciated.
I do SO much...more than I have ever done for anybody, and I get nothing.

It's Birkir and I's 3-year anniversary...well, it would have been.
I wish he was here.

Hearts and thoughts, they fade.
Fade away.

Bitter...
that you can't find real love.
In real life.
Living, breathing.

Real.

I never want to speak to you as long as I live.
Forget you ever put even a fingertip on my skin.

Because by the end of tonight, I'll have long forgotten.

And I'd much rather be a "selfish cunt" than a lonely, loveless soul. 
Believe THAT.

--------->  Before our innocence was lost, 
You were always one of those...
* Blessed with lucky sevens,
And the voice that made me cry...

It's a song to say goodbye. //

 I won't be a child and delete him from silly, trivial things.
Just my heart.

She ruined a huge part of my life, and deep down inside, I hate her.

But even deeper down than deep down...do I still love her?

I don't want to...

...but I think I'm fucked.

I hate being alone...

but I love being free.

Is you and me...

Standing, almost scared, with a touch of hopelessness, staring into each other's eyes.
Hearts beating in unison, hair blowing in violently in the wind.
I don't know where we are...but it's very grey.
There are words circling us, but we're not saying anything.
It's not cold, but I'm shivering.

Why am I crying?

You cried once because I wanted to take myself from this world.
I cry because you want to take yourself from no one else but me.

It's going to be beyond difficult to go backwards...
All I fear is that I don't fuck myself over and go so far back to that point where I
didn't care at all.

All those arrows you threw...you threw them away...
You kept falling ( Read more... )

Since it cannot be fixed, ailed, or medicated, I won't say anything, even though my words are leaking out of my fucking head.
There is still so much to fucking say, but it's too late.
Back to square one. Square goddamn zero.
One day, maybe, I'll write it all down.
The good and the bad will have their chance on paper.
I cried for a while.
I got over it ( Read more... )