don't even bother. none of you really need me.

[oubliersourire]

just about the time i think that happiness can actually happen. i find out that i'm truly wrong. i'd like to believe that there is a man in this world for me but i honestly don't. i give up. all i find in a mans embrace is tears, a broken heart, and everlasting misery. his touch, his hold, soft and bold...true that might be but without passion, love, and constant yearning desire it is meaningless. i find myself wanting to be in a place where i know noone and noone cares to know me. life's so much easier when you don't have to carry on the meaninless everyday conversations and put on these fake faces just so people think that you're ok. well i'm not and i'm rotting from the inside out. the skin is the only thing keeping you from seeing the dead inside.

push

just push