into my head.

hurts so bad. i didn’t wanna skype because i was crying.

i don’t want you to waste your time on me anymore. so many other better people out there.

you were right. it is a waste of money.

As the sun goes down
Waking up my dreams
And in my mind you’re with me once again
Out of my heart into your head
And inside my heart there’s a place for you
And in my mind I’m with you once again
Out of my heart into your head

i’ll just be with you in my mind.

cynic.

i think i’ve had quite enough.

enough tears, enough quarreling, enough waiting, enough paranoia.

promises.

i am obviously not important enough. i really don’t like this. waiting and waiting and waiting for nothing in sight. no visit to look forward to, nothing, no, nothing at all.

of what use is faith? i spit on faith! it is the very thing that i do not have.

patience i can cultivate, tempers i can control. but i cannot wait and wait for something that never comes.

you expect me to wait for nothing in particular? wait for the daily call that might or might not come? at the end of waiting for xxx calls everyday, i should at least have one fucking visit, no?

if you cannot make time, don’t bother.

i just want you to come back. if you can’t, then i’m leaving. i am NOT going to spend anymore time discussing this.