.Tuesday, 27 December 2011 ♫ 09:30 ♫
I knew it would hurt him. I knew it. And yet I still do it.
I'm such a monster aren't I?
What's the use of crying now, I don't know?
With the past and present haunting me, there's no escape for me. I keep seeing things. I keep hearing things. I keep feeling things. I don't want any of it. It hurts to be able to feel.
She's out there. I know she is. I finally know what she is. You know when the past haunts you, a different person? That's what she is, the past.
I will kill her. I will. One day. She'll be gone. At the cost of me being gone too. I mustn't tell her. I mustn't.