Monday, October 18, 2010

I feel like my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me.

It's too painful to ever forget.
Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn't gone that night, if I would have kept my curiosity to myself, where would we be?

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