Tearing at my skin again, living as a hypocrit is that of a torment. This day leaves me in a almost trance like state, no trance is to vague, i feel burned-out, like the wick of a candle, burning for six days longer than intended. the wax that burns off is dripping down feeding me again, the things that torment and feed the flames of the past continue and there are days i can forget, but now, with this empty house, a bad day at work, and stacy calling me the asshole, and fury running rampant inside my skull as if my brain itself was smaching against my head in an attempt to free itself...stupid bitch. She is lost in her selfpity, but perhaps so am i. hypocritical melissa is great, but i can't see a relationship or a future, so what do i do, i should be strong and say hey, lets go our seperate ways. but no, im weak. hypocritical i need to change myself, and i will. this stand off with stacy will end, i will become the person i was before, im just starting to deal with the abortion thing, and i need to do it alone. i REALLY need to do it alone...