2 + 2 = 4
The centre of over-emotional and thirty two paces to the left of rational is where i've been put. To the right there is anger, behind me is guilt and in front there is merely a blank symphony. I was almost convinced of my irrationality, that there was indeed something wrong with me for thinking the things I did but now I see that I really had no reason to doubt myself. Does that make me feel any better? Not one bit. I was right. I wish I had been wrong because then I may have been left with the one thing I truly loved. And I've been here too many times and not convinced I can do it again. No, that's not true. I can do it again. This time though I'm wondering if I should do it again. Everybody says no. I know that should be my answer too but something makes me cling onto whatever it was we had and believe that people change. I don't think they do though. Not if they don't want to and I can't imagine that he does. How many chances do you give people and how long before you stop punishing yourself?
But you should also remember curiosity killed the cat.


'hopelessly devoted to you'