This is where I draw the line. This is where I stop caring. This is the last time I will ever think of you. You are contagious, no matter what I do to cure myself you're always there haunting me. Always reminding me of what could have been and what never will be. I fought so hard but I got no where. I gave up so much and got nothing in return. Now I sit in bitter contempt, I should just give up and stopped caring. Whats it worth anyways? Years of torturing myself, anxiety stripping away the rationality of my thoughts. No I definitely don't need that. Come on, you really thought it would be easier? You honestly believed that? Stop buying into these empty ideals of the way things should be. Give up that faith in nothing. Your dependency on the sureal will slip out of your hands and you will have nothing. Keep fighting until the bitter end, maybe you'll prove me wrong.
