In an instant, it's all down the drain. How can there still be such anger, after so long? Too many tears i have shed for this, is it really worth it? i am tired of this, being ripped apart time and time again. What i want isn't important anymore. nothing concerning me is important. i am not important. now, it's like a ornament, taped up, trying to take its original form, but in reality, only mere pieces of glass.

all i asked was respect, maybe responsibility, maybe even just a little bit of love, but maybe even that was too much. what can i do now, but pretend to be that ornament? i can pretend....