Mar 17, 2005 17:00
Why do I even start to think that things will get better? They never do. I rest in my nieve shell, and wait for it all to end. I'm a fool for even starting to think it's over.
We were fine.
You wonder why I have so many 'head problems'. Why I am always sick. You are my sickness. A day away from home is a pleasant one.
I just don't want to take this anymore, but I'm scared.
I have never been more scared.
I don't want to be.
I was fearless, and you put the fear in my eyes. The fear of a future, the fear to do anything wrong. I'm not a fucking robot.
-fin