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.