3.28.2011

"i don't mean to close the door, but for the record my heart is sore. you blew through me like bullet holes, left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul."

i'm done.   i give up. on you, on this, on everything.
   i can't handle anything anymore.
    it's too much to even care.
     it's hopeless.
      i'm hopeless.
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