If only my fists were bleeding, it would feel much better.
It's so sad what all that beauty has now turned into. I suppose what hurts more is reminiscing those summer days. I guess men are better than women in the sense that they are "carefree". You win. I give up. No, wait...is it I win? I'm carefree now. You are left to reminisce in what little is left of this vicious cycle, perpetuating itself into future regret. Enjoy it, because I have been doing it for 7 months. If the indifference hurts, so will the silence. Then, and only then, you will realize this ironic life. You'll realize everything I was talking about. I'm wondering what you'll make of it, but I doubt you will do anything at all--you idle stone. I can't wait to get a full night's rest...