I want to love you. Like I promised. But, I’m afraid of the pain. To you this may be easy. You hide from the pain behind all the smoking and the drinking. But, I can’t. Not anymore. I’m tired of being so fucking depressed all the time. It’s caught up with me. I can’t hide anymore. I’m tired of being a decent human being and making everyone else happy for nothing in return. I want to be happy,even if it means I won’t be sharing it with you. Good bye.