It Was Almost Enough To Make Me

It’s Like, Everything Really Is Two Ways, The Way We All Pretend It Is And The Way It Really Is

I Am Unlovable...i Have Tried To Involve Myself In Other People, In Relationships, And Even - In My Sillier Moments - In Love. But It Doesn't Work. Something In Me Is Broken Or Missing And Sooner Or Later The Other Person Catches Me Acting Or One Of Those Nights Comes Along.

I Was Never More Alive Than When The Dark Passenger Was Driving.

Could This Be The Apocalypse ?

It Happens; Incompetence Is Rewarded More Often Than Not.