So serenade her with your last pathetic suicide love song.
I don't think that "being myself" is a bad thing really... but... the fact that I'm not "Kitten" ... is my sin. I'm so torn in my emotions. Do you love me...? I feel as though I'm not perfect in your eyes anymore. You don't even tell me you love me anymore. You stopped, and it dwindles at me. There's a place that I've found as far as i can see and this place lies within the depths of my dreams. Where everything was perfect. It was all just a dream anyway right, where everything is so right and perfect or wrong and traumatizing. It'll never happen. Some things have happened and... what am I saying, it's all just a dream. A dream a missed memory, another something I wish to just make again. I'll never have this again. Is it even right to still say I think about you everyday, that I still love you and miss you?
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