To even have had you there is killing me. To even know how close you are is murderous. And to think of all the things you've done and are doing, I mourn. You are hopeless. And I tell you karma is gonna come and bite you in the ass one day.

As far as I'm concerned, I went in with a CLEAN slate. CLEAR conscience. I did nothing wrong. I can't even bring myself to hate you coz I fucking care too damned much. Sigh... who the fuck cares these days besides me...

She died inside. She along with what's left of her grace. When did I lose all that I am. All that I could be. It's nothing but an echo of a lost dream, crudely torn away by the notion of the heart. A scarily deadly one. And now more than ever, I wish I were in Melbourne, away from this entire mess.