i think i think too much... i think..

oh is this really killing me.? it is. you hold my hand, but in every action, i sense a chill. something cold in how i was kissed. hard, unloving, filled with... something i can't touch.

who knew..?

i was kissing a mirror.

i'm sorry.

fuck... i tried... i don't know what to do anymore. i'm done. i'm gone... why tonight? why you? why does this hurt so much..?