suddenly that knife's looking really nice. cosy. 2am, i'm drunk again, heavy on my mind.
its heavy on my mind.

some things, it seems, werent meant to be forgotten. can't seem to let you go, despite the fact that we were never anywhere in the first place. you see that's what gets to me, really -- in the end it just turned out to be figment, but a figment i've found myself bound to for the longest time, in want...need...of something more..concrete?

you'll never hear the stories i have to tell, because we became different people the moment you made your choice and i made mine. we live with the consequences, with each breath.
melodramatic? hardly -- that's life, hon. that's just the way each day passes, and it's more dramatic than anything you'll ever read in one of my stories.

Have a nice day.