it runs deeper than sorrow i would tell you so far into my veins that the only sure solution is to slice my arms wide, peel back the skin and watch as the blood drains from my body. my bloody valentine to you.

it is so deep that i will never even tell you because you don't even know what i'm sorry for.

i hardly know what i'm sorry for.

i never intended for any of this. any of you. things attacked me last winter. i got consumed by the smell of [my] brand new car, the bitter cold air [that gives me hives on my cheeks and neck], the itchy red eyes of a night in dimly lit broken down machinery rusty dusty wood buildings, white mountains, providence nightlife [insert gay sarcasm], the sourcery of time alone.

i forget how to interact with others. i feel so isolated and unlike everyone else [JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!]

so forgive me for my flippance. i will forgive you for yours.

and we could live happily ever after.