So I'm here, tried, doubted, dead, and thinking... Thinking of when it all went wrong. Thinking of how it went wrong. Thinking of her. Thinking of death.... Speaking of death, I've got 3,309 days till my due date. Till the day I find myself at the edge. Till the day I die. But until then all I can do is wait. Wait for what? Happiness? Joy? Love?! No that cant be it! It'll never happen! I'll never be happy! And thats all her fault! And speaking of her... She's back...but for some reason I can't even say hi to her. I wonder why? Is it the guilt? The pain? The forgotten love? The ageing lust? I don't know... But what I do know is that she has moved on. Or that's what she says. I don't know if that's what she means. They say she's not mad at me for what I did, but for what I didn't do. What I didn't say. Which is that I still love her. Also for letting her go so easily. With out a fight. And I'm sorry for that. Well I was. But now my... Our old love has turned into hate! And that hate has kept burning! And burning! And now as s burns so does my soul! Burning away into ashes...