somewhere between an excuse and a lie, you found something that you believe in. so proud, i guess i can't imagine why. three cheers for what we used to be.
somewhere between delusion and denial, you'll drown in your own sympathy. profound? at least you thought so at the time. a ghost of who you used to be.

    YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE THIS IS HURTING

& you know what, i don't actually want to receive calls at 12am at night, trying to "fix things" when they are already broken.