To be honest, I literally ache inside. I feel like running away and never coming back. I have never felt so temporary before. I never thought I would end up so ruined. Inherite my shoes, they were too hard to fill anyway. I tear myself to shreds to prove that I'm still in one piece... god, I never thought I'd miss you this much. I hate myself for it, and I try to find the exact point where you still reside, but there's nothing and you're still everywhere... and I want to cut out every part of myself that reminds me of you.
Fuck it. When it comes to the end does it really matter? Forget it and move on. One line a story to crush your bones. Art becomes the imitated, murder becomes the intimate.