Jul 2016
The sea is red, my soul is dark and buried. I hate everything, life, death, love, happiness. What is in it for me but disappointment and despair. I don't want pity, or loathing, or charity. I don't want you, I don't love you. I can't love you
If you can't love someone say so don't string them along for the ride, it never ends well for neither one of you
