We didn't last long after that. His room was trashed the second time I stayed there. Not that I'm neat. I knew he was. I miss him. But he knew how to hurt me with what he said or didn't say, with what he did or didn't do. I even wonder if I should cry over it. But since I'm wondering if I should cry I guess I can't. I only worry about my abilities as a human when I hear my mother's voice in my head: You'll be alone some day. I can't worry about the future any more I tell myself. Fuck it. - Gehenna