This is not about love. 'Cause I am not in love. In fact I can't stop falling out.

Founded hand. And lost the touch. I didn't need it in the first place. "You're right." It's a promotion. A place where I need to be. We settled this. And my happiness. Is calmed from the storm, and strain. "I beg your pardon." Interruption. I'm better than you think. A worthless effort. It wasn't my time. And that I thought, it would be perfect. Alternation told me it was greater. I need to get stronger. It's myself. "It's all about you." Figures. Drunken with thoughts. Relieved with Asprin and words. "To be honest, I've never felt so comfortable with anyone else." And it's not an option anymore. It's a change and that's apparently what I got. And I saw it coming. "The only thing that's true to you right now is that I'm the worst fucking human on the planet." And it's going to be hard to never hear that again. To understand someone different. To read lips. To analyze new anger. "If you have something to say to me say it." "I love you, Ashleigh." That's where it went wrong.