It'll fall just like you said.

I maintain silence in regards to your secrets. There are no expectations here, aside from the obvious. This no longer feels right. I feel lost. I feel confused. I feel as though I don't belong. Where does the blame fall? Who knows. Don't ask because I'd rather not know.

I have retracted into my own bubble where no one is allowed. I wrap myself up in textbooks & Beatles music only emerging to go to the gym or eat. I can't write what I want to anymore, so for the most part, I just don't. I never thought I'd say that, never thought I'd censor myself. I never thought I'd get here either though, but here I am.

The road's getting harder & I'm feeling worse off. Life's amazing for the first time in a long time yet the decline is coming. It's never too good for too long.

Don't try to understand me or rework us. It's over. I'm tired of your words. I'm tired of everything you offer, because really... it means nothing. I crave the old days, but they're gone. So I'll hold my breath, just like I always do.

My rice is cold, my chicken crispy. I want an apple. I have none left, though who knows where they went. I'll have a pomegranate.