Life is a countdown...
I feel ive been waiting here forever. My make-ups smeared and my hair is dull. You run in with that sad look in your eyes. You whisper "you look beautiful". I forget everything you have ever done to me.
Ive always wonder how long it takes to die. I say come and get me. Every inhale of this cancer makes me feel more alive. I dont get this life, sick and twisted i say. We spend our entire life working and hurting in intolerable pain. To be happy for one moment. It all rapidly fades away. Thats the way it is though..thats the way he has made it.
I feel so pushed over. Raped. Like your favorite whore. But im not. Im not your favorite. I cant even be number one in your antipathy. I have no meaning. You have perpetually proved it to me.
She won aparantly.
She poured her heart out to you.
You liked that?
How ugly.
Im sorry i cant love.
This is one sick joke.