Why am I like this? Why? If there was a god who dictated how every single human being is (which there isn't), why would that god create me? Dictate me to be as I am. What is the fucking point of this all?


Forgive me

Forgive me for all that I have done. For all the lies I spout forth. For... everything. I would love to be able to love you, but quite clearly I can not. Before long the feelings disappear. And then, before long, I will start feeling myself lonely again. And the pining for you begins anew. … Continue reading Forgive me