11/28/09

And now forlorn once again I walk alone through the wide wilderness. I became what Im not for an instant I wish I could change, but I know that magic doesnt exist. I feel sick, this kind of pain doesnt feel real. All encompasing, no part of me is safe. The hurt is everywhere and the thought of how I hurt you is what hurts the most. I wish second chances existed, but the hope is false hope.