I really do love you. I really do. It's just that my tears are overpowering my will. It's just that my smile is pathetic. It's just that I don't know who I am or what to do. I'm so sorry love, but I just don't have the patience to put up with myself lately. It's like I'm fighting my heart for my own soul. It's like I'm paying myself for a moment of my own time. It's like fear of myself hurting me is making me hurt worse than if I just did the things I think I should. Maybe I'm losing my voice. Maybe I'm just losing my ability to write. Maybe I'm just losing my head. Should you see me walking down the street could you please tell me where it is I've gone?
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