you mean well, you want the best for me.
but its a torture.

a real torture.
and you know i cant sleep when i dont hear you.
but it has never been about me right?

so why the hell am i complaining?
i should shut up. ok.

and that image can never be erased.
it didnt hurt.
it didnt sting.

it just...
left a deep impression.
TUES 9TH MAY 2006