If I wanted to, it would have been over with a long time ago. Him, me, us. It would have been over. But over and over again I forgave him. Him. He, he was everything to me. Just thinking about him makes me want to scream. Scream; scream to the world that he was just like the others. How could he be so hot and cold? Somewhere along this road I lost my soul. it, he, he was my worst winter.
My worst winter,
October 22, 2008