Heh, back because I fail....
I've run away again, I've stomped all over someone. It's a bad habit at this point in time. They want(ed) me back. Want me to face my fears and solve my problems and be happy. Heh, be happy. Something I can fake very well, but rarely ever am. I have dreams, I'm killing in most of them, screwing in others. Always situations that have very little ethical or moral stability. Something is broken inside, something that hates love in all it's forms. I need counseling before I can have a healthy relationship, otherwise I will revert to lie-ing and cheating and doing everything I can to get away with it. Yet, she wanted me to stay despite all the hurts, all the wrongs. Love, it's there. I don't understand, why would you want to keep suffering me? That is what I will bring, suffering, lots of it. Maybe I left because I do care, because I don't want to watch this one suffer me anymore. Go free, I know I made a choice that wasn't mine to make, but that is my nature. A prick, an asshole. You have your say and I discredit it to my peers. You don't deserve it.