rise above this mess

hold my hand. you’ve got to hold my hand.

if in your heart, you genuinely do not want to hurt me, then hold my hand.
if your silence are not lies, then hold my hand.
if you really want me to trust you, then hold my hand.
if you truly want me to stay, just hold my hand.
if you can’t say it out loud, just hold my hand.

and i won’t turn away.

no questions asked.

but you’ve got to hold my hand.

if you can’t, then i can’t.
it’s not an ultimatum.
it’s just that i’m losing my grip and i need to hold on to something.

just hold my hand, X. i need you to.


i should stop writing these letters that i never send out and instead post on my blog. hehehe. okay i’ll try to make this the last. i know i can’t send this to X. i don’t want to. me talking to him about this wont solve anything. it’s all obvious and pointless, if you ask me.

i think his lack of interest and concern over my behavior the past few days answered all the questions i couldn’t ask.

time to move on, eh?

yep. time to move on to brighter, less sad and gloomy things.

story of my life. forward always forward…