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Another rant for another day..
I don't want to need you, I can't help but want you, and it's killing me inside. I reopen the old wound ever day, torturing myself in a way that has become habitual. I've become a masochist in your absence. I can't expect love, since it was never there to begin with. I honestly don't expect anything, since nothing is what I deserve. I don't even know why I am still here. Perhaps my lingering hope is all I have left. That, and the echoes. Can a person live on the ghosts of days passed? Apparently so, since I've been doing it for a while now...*Sighs* That's all I have for tonight...
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