In as much as I hate to admit it, I can honestly say right now that I want to be loved more than any other thing. Fuck, wimminz can be such pains in the ass. Everywhere and everytime it is as if there's someone coming over and knocks me off my feet. It's embarrassing and not something I normally would want to say. Some things are unbelievably cruel and sad, methinks. I just wanted to be more honest and frank to myself if I am acting the same way when dealing with other people.
Dark, darker, darkest, there is no difference. All hurts the same. Pain, everlasting, lingering. Pain, day and night. The hours are uncertain. Anything can happen now. Thinking about it hurts. Truth is unreliable. The romance is dead. My heart, it is lost. Unrecoverable, hateful, distrusting. Wishful, perhaps, but I have lost everything before and survived still. This one was special. So special. Embittered, the tip of my tongue tastes. The flavour of my life. Cuisine of kitchens unwanted. It burns, to the heart. I do not understand. I do not understand.