Let's pretend baby
that you just met me
lol. Opening lines to a song.
Why is it i'm only poetic when I'm on the verge of suicide? I'll never know.
You know the truth?
I'm alone.
As much as I try to hide it, as many 'temporary' fixes as I find,
when it comes down to it, who really loves the shadow on a wall?
Don't get me wrong, I've made some valuable acquaintances and one special person still remains in my heart.
But on events like say, valentine's or any other couple-based day,
I'll just echo melancholy. Everyone's gonna be busy.
Bleughk, I need to get a shotgun. Easier to shoot things.
Losing the battle for power
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