Silence

is better than the sound that our voices make.
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i'm not overanalysing.

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you keep saying that is what i am doing, and it is not what i am doing.

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i'm sorry for saying anything.


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this whole blog makes it seem that i am pissed. i'm not.

i just shouldn't have opened my mouth.

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history repeats, so many fucking coincidences were defined by fucked up circumstance.

and i'm fucking done with this bullshit.

with my bullshit.

with trying to understand when i can't.

it's a trap. a soundproofed room where i can't hear myself fucking think no matter how quiet it gets.

or scream so someone hears in all the roaring voices.

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i'm not overanalyzing, if you only knew what that would mean.

you don't. hell, i don't.

i do love you rockie.

really do.

i don't want you to be alone. i don't mean to make you feel bitter.

but, believe me, my loneliness is different than what you know.

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so, once again, through the silence...

...i'm sorry.