You don't bring me flowers anymore.

But I would've seen that coming a mile away. And it's alright...

I'm trying very hard to be self-concious and aware.
It's just binding sometimes to know where you've gone wrong, and yet be powerless to do anything about it.
What's the point of knowing if you can't do anything about it?
The least I can do is to be honest with myself and to create a sense of truism in the way I handle me.
So at least I know when i'm compromising, when I'm falsifying, when I'm denying and darkening.

And it's annoying that none of this is physical.

I'm waiting for christmas. when i can reculse for a day or two.



My currency is still my love