I fear I fear myself for who I am. At certain times and at certain points of my life, people I think I can get close to breaks off.

I failed.

I failed at explaining a lot of things. I failed to give closure and I failed to keep something that should have gone on a lot longer on the line. I failed a lot of people.

I realized that and I realized how wrong I am, and how weak I am to solve them all. I failed everyone.

In the end, people can only get disappointed. Then they hate me.

I know that they hate my guts. They hate me for all the things that I've said and for who I am.

Small wonder everything can't go right.

I can't go and look back either.

I'm already neck deep last year, so this year I'll be the one doing all the drowning.

It won't end, and for some reason this condition, took a few lives of it's own, likes being a transition of an unending sort.

Labels: sorrow