I let myself believe this was possible.
That it was,in fact,already happening.
But I'm not going to fret over the stupidity of believing.
Wouldn't that just be a waste of psychic energy?
Another excuse to engage in an endless cycle of negativity?
Experts in the field of human behaviour,
would agree that my will to believe was not a sign of stupidity.
Experts would agree that my will to believe was a sure sign of INSANITY.
...&It was that wretched,misguiding,leechlike parasite called hope.
YOU,finally made me snap&break.
YOU,made me rmbr this morning.
YOU,disturbed my process of destruction/healing.
YOU,made all the pain rush back,all the memories flowing back just like that.
don't blame me for lashing out.maybe you never really knew me under all the pretence.bittersweet dream.convenient eh?leave me alone.the last person i want to hear from,is you.whether i die,or not.it has nothing to do with you.you're supposed to forget me rmbr?im supposed to be nothing,NOTHING- to you.so get it?jst,go.
WHRE'S THE DAMMIT TRUCK?!!
im off to crash the piano now.blog laterrr.
&I thought...Nevermind.