Sometimes I fail to make sense of your words. Its even more frustrating because I'm usually good at this sort of thing. It baffles me as to how you think you can get away with what you've done. Boy, you've got so much left to learn. But, I do give you credit for blinding me with my own ignorance. Your grammar was always quite poor, but now I realize that your intentions were dead set. I wish so desperately for everything to be real, but it was nothing more than a figment of my imagination. You promised me something different, but change doesn't come that easily. I remember the days I spent in the cemetery wanting days like this to vanish. I remember the promises I made to myself that I can't possibly keep. Its maddening to some degree, to see myself reduced to this. I can't help but run to try to escape this feeling. I dare you to ask me how its going. That sweet voice of yours just makes me want to rip your throat out. We both knew what we were making the poorest of choices to deceive ourselves into believing that we had some solidity in our lives. How silly that was. I'm starting to think we need to take a step back from everything. I'd give my last breath to see the look on your face when you see what you've done.
