Story of thoughts

I am going and going and going when all I want to do is catch my breath.

He is more than I've ever dreamed of and I have him. But why do I feel so empty and alone.

The vivid memories of him are starting to fade and only thing left is pain.

He will never be mine. He is just an experience.

People around me question my every move, every breath and it is driving me absolutely insane. I cannot sit back and relax even for a second

I became the person I hate the most. I feel like I betrayed myself.

I am afraid of him and his absence.

He makes it easier and easier to hate him.

He picked a very wrong time to play this game. I am on the very edge and he is trying to push me off it. I haven't had a thought of death for a while.

I need to find a little straw in this tornado, that could pull me out before I lose myself in this turmoil.

He made me cry today...

I cannot shatter my soul again. It is already trembling at the sight of me. Waiting for me to just give it a break.

I woke up, I was okay. I went to the city and something robotic inside of me wanted to go out, maybe I see him. What? Who is this robot inside of me. Of course I saw him. I held my breath and the pain started to drip into my soul.

It seems I only write if I am feeling disconnected from myself.

I had to call him to ask him something... He said that I thought you were dead... So he did notice we hadnt spoken fo a while...

I threw myself at a tornado, thinking I wouldn't be blown away. Stupid much?

It doesn't matter if you are a saint or a sinner. Nobody can win, so whats the point?