The reasons all have run away
But the feeling never did

i'm not sure if i can do this.

Something changed tonight. I want to call you. I want to tell you before you find out, before you realize what has happened. There's blood on my hands. I can't remember how I got here the first time, so, so many years ago. It's different this time. I know how I got here now. I did this to myself. I do this to myself. I don't think you'd understand. I hope that you wouldn't.

"I could never be with a sad person again," I said affirmatively to Michelle.

It's too soon to show you anything tangible, anything real.
Nothing's been feigned.

"To put it very simply, I'm lonely," Laura told me today -- or at least, I think that's what she said. She laughed after she said it, as though she was embarrassed to acknowledge it.

"Hi, dad," I said this evening. I listened to the sound of my voice echo in my head as he turned around slowly to see a stranger.

The feeling is in the season, I swear it is.

Why would you want to be friends with someone who cheated on you?

"And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened."

I was a better writer when I was high all the time.