I took everyone away from their home in my heart and now they live in the back of my head. All in the name of "self." Oh how selfish of me to go away. Where am I when you need me and where are you when I need you? I need I and you need you. At least, I thought we needed only ourselves before I went away, met a girl and wrote a sad, sad movie. What do I write from here? I can go back to the way things were at home. Run back instead of run away. The endless days in bed with myself. Not loving or feeling anything. Dead-before-death person with a dream to be someone. Someone I wasn't working towards being. Someone I'm still not. I'm still the same boy, who can't seem to grasp anything, To love anyone, to be anyone.