a memory.

long gone.
or maybe it's coming back.

it's nearing me once again. i can feel it.

is it nearing me to come back to me? or is it nearing me just to merely pass and brush against me, emphasizing the fact that it is not returning?

i'm damn aware that i am bringing this pain all onto myself.

shut up. shut up. shut the fuck up, all of you. he's coming back. he's definitely coming back. he's either coming back, or i kill him, or he beats the shit out of me. either 1.

this picture really paints a million words.
sigh.
i'm not even angry right now.

i'm just... disappointed.

really.

just disappointed.