I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you ( Read more... )

I am staying strong.
For you, for me.

It's always strange the way you come around. Could you tell me what your hook is? What's your quick fix, your cheap thrill? It's even more strange that I've never heard or felt your thoughts.

We could change our miseries, if we had nothing to fear.I would love to rid myself of every unnecessary detail ( Read more... )

Haha. I actually like this. Well, maybe it's just the snow and the whole day and my camera and not being able to feel my hands ( Read more... )

I don't know why it hurts me so much if I hate you as much as I say I do.

There is no living up to your expectations.
There is no middle or in-between.

There is only silence, and later, the off-to-the-side "I am very disappointed in you" casual chat, where you're angry but say it's been forgotten.

I will never understand you or your actions.I ( Read more... )

One of the only things that keeps me going is the uncertainty of soon ( Read more... )

This invitation has been over-extended, and your reciprocity in the matter fails to show me what you feel.

Why
aren't
we
precise
about
exactly
what
we
want

You are always conjuring up something that was and never will be.
I am always screaming for something more.

It's not good news. It's not bad news ( Read more... )

For me to think that this beautiful, sunny day would bring something good was much too far-fetched.

Here's to another four months of waiting and wishing with anticipation.

In two seconds, my perfect world crashed.

You make me feel so small and wonderful again. Your voice sounded so half-convincing. You almost sounded genuine. That's what I thought and I believed it. Conceding as I digress, I'm afraid I can predict exactly how this will play on.

I have grown weary of this passive existence.

Yelling in the background doesn't draw any lines as your limits, because the maniachal static overpowers our thoughts.

Rarely do we listen.

If you want it done, then do it yourself. I don't have much time to spare.