As much as I may try to deny it every fucking day of my fucking life I really do like you. I like our silent conversations, I like the way you try to hold my hand, and honestly I really like the way you hug me. You know they were just so fucking fake weren't they. With their evil smiles and grasps filled with venom. Nothing about that shit is anything worth holding on to. I really don't give a fuck if you are just trying to play me I really don't. I'm completely above feelings right now. I'm just with the truth. Sorting out the bullshit of my past with the reality that is my future. Letting go should never be hard, but it's human to want to leave everything and I don't think we realize that people don't miss us when we do and it kills. Tiny double-edged swords pounding at our souls.