Lets come clean. Let it all out. Tell each other that we can't do it, that we can't make it. That maybe it was over before it even started. I just want to cry to the heavens. Lift me up, pour me out. It will never be the same as it was before. Sit, sit, waiting, watching, crying, feeling. I want to bleed again. I want to breathe again. I want to feel more than this. I'm in search for the thing that makes me feel like i did.

Nevermind. Pretending is just as good.

5:46 p.m. - 2006-11-15