Sometimes you cannot fathom things, you can't imagine how tall, or how wide, or how small something could be. One thing that you can never fathom is the love I have for you. Some thing can never be 'meant to be', some things can never work out. But I don't care. I still love you, and I probably always will. Funny word, probably. I will probably love you. I will, unless something happens, or I just decide not to anymore. This is just stupid. I can't go on talking to myself and making people think things about me. I'm not depressed, I'm not badly off, I'm not that pissed off. I'm just contemplatitive. And sometimes that's a hell of a lot worse. I know that all of you out there will probably hate me when I say that I don't care. I'm a selfish bitch and I couldn't care less. Because I'm self-centered, egoistic, whatever else you like to say. Frankly, I'm being self-centered now. Just talking about myself, over and over. I love you. And you can't make it better.