Journal #1

I'm so sick of writing about you. I never wanted this. I wanted something that wouldn't let me destroy it. I wanted something with substance. Something that wouldn't feed me these beautiful lines every day, you know it all blurs into one big pile of loving bullshit after a while? I couldn't tell apart "I love you" and "I'm sorry". That's sad. I guess I wanted something that would stick around for longer than me. I ended up with a fucking coward. You. I never wanted that.