Say no more.

Dejected and rejected. How miserable.

You make no sense at all. Can you be more explicit?

Am I hesitating too much?

Whenever I sense happiness, you'd take it away from me.

And there it goes, empty and broken.

Again.

I wish I was atarexic. I always thought the greatest thing was to be able to fly.

Walking behind you is the closest thing to flying.

I need time to make things right.

All the things going through my mind.

I'm tremendously vulnerable.

*sighs*

Is it that hard?