*sighs*.
three years later.
things are as they have been, more or less. walking the same circles.
wishing it was over - and yet - who would i remain, if this were ripped away from me?
i cannot mend and i cannot move on, and as i draw, mindlessly, it is always them. always that face, so familiar, so distant.
i'm lonely to the core - and i am tired.
so, so tired.
can i be honest?
can finally say, somewhere, that i do wish i were dead, long ago. in a few hours i will again pretend otherwise. i will not do a thing to myself. and i will trudge on.
sorry, everyone.
i do not wish to burden anyone.
but i had to let this out. i'm going deaf with all these voices in my mind.
