how normal is normal

frankly i'm tired of guessing the motive behind whatever you do, because there shouldn't be any.

and somewhat pathetic that the more i think of what you've done, the less i think of me. of what i could become.

i can almost imagine people laughing at us behind our backs. all because of you.

if only leaving is an option.

wonder how long we can continue with this farce. and what will happen once it ends.