and there you go, yet another hole in the thing i call my heart.
it is probably inaccurate to say "there you go" seeing as you haven't gone yet. But i can read the signs and i hate every second of it.
in my head i can practically see it, taste it, predict it... a train heading towards a crash. A sadness that none of us can do anything about. Except in my case, there is something that can be done. But only by you. The terrible whims of Man.
everybody leaves
just depends on whether they leave silently or with different excuses.
I probably should stop being so dependent. So easily investing my feelings, trust and time.
Be your own fucking person, girl.
But i guess it's hard to stop caring.
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