all feelings are such - over needed - over appreciated. fuck him. and him. and yes - even you. i dont feel like wasting me time anymore. and yes. i should be a friend and talk and call and write or something. but. i dont feel like it because it takes too much energy in reverse to keep up with this hellish curse. and still the beat goes on. and on. and miss me or not or do or not and i wont bother either way. rock.