Everything is so messed up as it ever was and false hopes were raised from stray dreams. Underneath it all, underneath the smile, this skin, is an anxious apprehensive fool who just cant stop hoping for you. I am mulling over possibilities. Its not even possible. My laughter and smile only conceal the wreckage within. I am slowly disintegrating.
You're gullible, you are desperate at best. All you do is complain "I dont know what i want". Well did i mention your cries for attention is driving me insane?