"I’m much too proud"

my eyes have been burning for days now. i think i'm SUPPOSED to cry. I really don't want to though. I'm not that weak anymore. You're nothing, and you're nothing, and they're nothing, and it's nothing i can't fix. but this burning sensation is consuming my body
sinking into my stomach
there's a dormant grenade
it's fuse is deciding, should i...? should i explode and ruin her entirely- from the inside out?
but then it looks up at her heart and sees the scars
Nevermind, looks like they already took care of that
The consumption has consumed me.
the loving has hated me.
the ambition is burning me.

At last

I Am Satisfied.
I'm not needed; it's perfectly clear.
You've given me a conclusion.
I feel no remorse, i feel no jealousy, i feel nothing towards you.
Switzerland.
So neutral is doesn't exist.


P.S. I'll never regret loving you. Even after it all.

"you may feel like a poet, but you sound like an idiot"

Sometimes

i wish i were weak enough to do it again.

i miss your voice.

As far as marriage proposals go

"Hurry up and get rich so you can come to la and then you can get famous and make me famous too and the paparazi will merge our names together for the tabloids"

Confused Letter

it's exhausting- all this deciphering. but then again, so is waiting.
i want to stay away from all your words for fear of misinterpretting them, but then again, i want to hear your words, and there's no other way to get them.
it's not like i wouldn't misinterpret a conversation with you either, especially a conversation with you. God, you're so complicated.

P.S. Cassey, you should build a time machine.