left to die.

and i hate when things are over.
believe me or not, but being isolated on an island in the absolute middle of no where is so much more comforting than being around here. being there, it felt like nothing else in the world mattered for the simple reason: it felt like nothing else in the world existed. i was quite pleased with the circle around us and the presense. a horrible feeling...coming home to lonely. so now im here left to die, put me on a scale at the moment of my death and you'll see the scale lighten, my soul is gone up to heaven, somewhere higher than here cause this is hell, we cant get much lower. dieing to my old self. dieing away from a year ago. dieing away from the memories that melt me and disguise me as a way too young, love-stricken teenager. --give me that matress you've got sir, and ill pound the living daylight out of it. worse than you ever could, because i /will/ be treated well. kissed.
love,
your used up and not cared or carried.
your all-made-up
ps. left to die is more peaceful than imagined.

if i told you my password you'd cry. running away from the inescapable. happy birthday to the miserable. i got the moment for conversation! my well-deserved time.