The fight 
        fainted us.
    haven't chat for a long time,
                  Blue...

            "Honey,
      Happy Birthday!"

I’ve never loved myself enough
to love another human being.
Love is practice and I’ve 
only practiced hate.
I’m a mixture of
fear and boredom.
Never understood what
could make other people
happy.
My favorite hobby
has always been guessing
what could hurt me
the most.
And then do it.
How am I supposed to know
joy and gift it?