The thought of you makes me smoke 100 cigarettes.
Laying in the midst of my own episodic, pathetic daydreams of what we could have been, and all the things we never were.
You remain under my tongue, lingering like a bad taste i cant get enough of.
In hindsight, 2009 hasnt been a good year for me, I have had my heart broken more than once, I have lost the love of my life, I have lost my best friends, I have become my own worst enemy and my own best friend.
I can trust nobody.