I fell for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks.

I feel like a goddess, jailed in her Olympus. Little wonder how the gods toyed with humans. Toyed with women, to watch them squirm, pollinate the seeds of despair; toyed with men, to satiate their Seven Deadly Sins.

Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off all sound. Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light. Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast away all jeapordy. Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain. Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.

Would I drown saving him?

I still care for you, you know.. That phrase again. Everyone cares for me. They just don't know how to love me.

Can’t promise I’ll stay. That would be lying. And I’m so, so tired of lies.

Smile. Nod. Say something witty before he finds out what an incredible geek you are.