I've been here before...maybe a thousand times. I'll never learn. And who on earth are you to judge my weaknesses? Nightmares are only the by-product of an overactive imagination.

Life goes on. It just has to. No choice here whatsoever. I'm tired of feeling like a fool. I never meant to hurt anyone; yet I do, regularly. Does that mean I deserve to be hurt?

Wipe my tears. Hold my hand. Pretend that you're real. Loneliness is merely an excuse for self-pity.

Loneliness is coffee without milk, music without lyrics...We've said that before, haven't we? Still, the worst kind of loneliness is that experienced by two people, eager to communicate, yet trapped behind the different sides of a glass wall.

In the twilight, the wall is barely visible; you reach out your hand, but all you feel is the coldness of steel on your fingertips. You take a step closer, hoping to at least get a better glimpse; your breath fogs the glass and you can't even see if there's anyone left on the other side.