There are a few things I'm sure about:
- I am going to stay alone. Even if HE would ever come, I am going to be alone.
- I am not going to be a good one. I neither trust myself nor my judgment. I imagine myself more that I can ever be capable of. And deep down, I know that I am not going to be a good one.
- I have no faith in living this life without this pain. I believe I'll have to carry it with me. I believe I am going to ache 'till I'm gone.
There is no relief. In anything. In no one.
I just wish
all of this
will be over.