drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo.
this is getting old.
i'm sure i've said that at least a hundred times before.
i don't know why i'm still awake.
my body and my head hurts.
i wouldn't mind going into a coma for a while.
don't ask.
When you go, would you have the guts to say,
"I don't love you like I loved you yesterday"