Music/title: For The Silent; Say Anything
“It’s not much better than death,
Giving up on everything.”
. .. … .
I keep thinking I’ll get lucky.
That just the right person must be out there, somewhere…
I am hopeful. I am nostalgic. (I am lonely.)
And it consumes me.
Why should I care?
Why should I need them to ‘complete’ myself?
[ Because you’re weak. ]
Faith in humanity… To think that people call this a strength….
It’s a fucking hindrance to my sanity.
. … …
Maybe he made me this way,
Maybe this is how I’ve always been..
…Does the road traveled really change this outcome?