lang syne.
It all started off so badly; a hope that fades, a need that lingers.
- the phone calls that didn't happen.
-the comfort i needed but didn't recieve.
and i ended up crying over a pair of shoes that were discarded without my knowledge ( last straw).
the result of a bad night: crawling under my bed, crying, and remembering the choice to pull the plug. the privilage to destroy a body that no longer contained a life.
and if you could somehow go back two years ago on april third, and look on top of a mountain, inside hospital doors, you wouldn't find me there. (why celebrate the date of a birth, when the date of a death was so close to coming?) i was just a foolish child with a foolish belief that if i ignored the ending of a life it would still continue going.
i can't keep thinking i can depend on myself completely. i am not as strong as i pretend to be. i should've let you know i needed you tonight. (maybe this is the point where i start realizing even you can't read minds)