Sometimes I wonder, what if we had stayed like that, just holding on to each other. If I didn’t leave, would you have left? Or would we just continue whatever this is until who knows when. I probably shouldn’t be thinking about this, but then again I’ve been thinking of a lot more self-taboo stuff anyways. My heart feels stone cold, yet fiery warm. It’s really a world turned upside-down in there. Well, I guess that’s what happens when all hope was lost?
Nevermind, I probably already killed myself in another reality. Whatever fate has in store for me, please go easy on me, and go easy on the ones I love and loved.