oh dear lord, she was so insanely beautiful. i am totally and completely in love with her.

that feeling when you loose something that was never yours, but you somehow feel free. It hurts, but sort of like that hurt when you have a bite and you scratch untill your skin goes red, untill it burns and bleeds. but it feels so much better then when it was left aching. That's what you were. A scratch that needed scratching. I miss you. No, scartch that. I miss the idea of you. I don't think i ever wanted you. I just never had anything, anyone that fell for me. I liked the feeling. To much i think.

This has to be one of the truest phrases i have ever heard. i just dont think i can do this any longer.

So i turn my head to the north, swallow that pill that they call pride.