it's all the same thing day after day now. nothing changes no matter how hard i want it to. some days i just want to say fuck it and blow my cover. that way you can see everything thats going on behind the curtain. no more smoke. no more mirrors. just me and every little insecurity i have on display. it's funny how cutting ties and cutting throats probably feel the same when it's all said and done. both just leave you feeling alone.

im tired of being alone.

i miss the way your hand fit so perfectly in mine.