My Lungs Are Fresh And Yours To Keep; Kept Clean And They Will Let You Breathe.

It makes me sick, to think of some of the things you've done in the past. Not because I think any less of you, nor because I've associated myself with you since that point, nor because of things that have occurred between us.

It's just hard to believe that you were ever at such a point in your life.

Sometimes I feel like I might have made a mistake. I get this instinctual, gut-borne feeling that just makes it feel like everything is wrong now.

But if I really stop and analyze, I know that it wasn't a mistake, that we're better off in our current situation, taht I can help you better like this than I could prior.


Too many 'you's, really. Not that there's much else to talk about. Also, I don't find it very appropriate to talk about much else here, other than the things affecting my psyche.

It's slightly strange to see how the way I write here has evolved over the past few months. But I find it soothing.

Though right now I just feel incredibly sick to my stomach. I have no way to take my mind off this. Damn rain. Ruining whatever plans I may have had.

There aren't any soothing or happy thoughts left for me to think. It's pretty disheartening.

I wish. Oh, how I wish.

I will lie awake. Just as I do every other night.

And I'll fall for every empty word (the next) you has to say.