these packs of lies; why the fuck do I always listen to them.
thank you I now know that you (not singular) don't really give two (or maybe even one) hoots about me.
and I know that, despite all the effort on my part, slowly I shall fade from your life due to the absolute negligence that you have for me.
but yet I lie awake and drive myself crazy thinking of you.
I hope that you won't miss the water when the well runs dry, but most probably the promised land of milk and honey shall provide new running water for you.
if you abhor my presence, please tell me directly, and don't agree for the sake of agreeing, or because of any feelings of indebtedness that might perchance exist.
I only wanted to be a shining beacon in your life.
I now know that you've always been tying layers and layers of blindfolds across those piercingly beautiful eyes, trying to shut the light out.