My life is under renovation.

Reorganization.





and untitled denial

Human Sacrifice.

I guess it's time that I come clean.

I have doubts. I have anger. I hold things against you.

I'm guilt ridden for all of this because I told you not to. But it's different. You still see her. You're still friends with her. Your friends bring her up and they like her more than they've ever even considered liking me. You have her things on your wall. You have a life completely removed from me. And I can't ever tell you not to. I can't tell you to not be friends with her. I can't tell you that you violated something deep grounded when she was in your house again. I can't tell you anything. You have a life completely removed from me.

I do not. I have given everything up. again.

You have not.

And i want more than anything to let go of that.




(I know we've lost something we'll never gain again. I know we're simply prolonging the inevitable)