I have never been in love or hurt by love, but my closest friends, whom I trusted completely, have always hurt me, as if they had been waiting for this moment all their years of friendship.
If I'm not with you one day, remember me with the song 505, the canvas, the stars, the cold weather, and with every pack of cigarettes.
I wish I could believe that loving my friends and those around me isn't pretense, but it's not believable.
Even your beautiful words, which I once wanted all to myself, can no longer make me happy.