"I'm just another pretty face in a long line of others. You'll never see me as more, despite this... connection. I hate it, and I hate that I hate it, because that means I care enough to. I thought we had something, just for a second, but... seconds pass, dissolve with the others that compose a minute, an hour, a day. I know you see me, but you really don't see me, and that hurts the most."
For good or bad, spill it :: Accepting
"..I don't.. I can't offer to give you comfort, I can't offer to give you anything. I can't even offer an excuse because I don't know who you are. I'm sure I must have hurt you if this is how you truly feel and.. I can't say I'm sorry.. Cause maybe I'm not? But maybe I am."













