Sep 27, 2007 19:14
[THURSDAY | LATE NIGHT]
-is still concemplating on what he should say to Rion. he's in his room, face facing the wall, on his bed, basically holding himself. and his door is closed and locked, and he has his headphones on as usual.-
What do I say...? What do I do...? What is that I want...? I-... Do I want to be fixed...? Do I want 'him' to fix me...? I rather not trust anyone anymore. Because I did, I got hurt... fayt...? Where are you? I- ... I- ... I'm so used to you being here when I needed someone to be close... but you're gone... you're--
Why... why did you leave me...? Is everyone I come in contact with destined to do that to me?