It's over.

Momentum

We're bound to keel over when we're going on in a speed that nobody could fathom.

It's called momentum, and falling off it is quite common.

I dreamt I was confronting a murderer. I was calling for you. You didn't come to save me and I died.

I refuse.

I don't know if this means I am just a horrible partner, or this is just karma bitch slapping me across my face.

I don't know why, oh why oh God, why am I so strong. I should have just given up. But I had to be the Strong One.

Shit, it's been my umpteenth post on the same shit!

I think I've become a failure myself. I'm no different than your condescending mother and your power greedy father. I'm no different than those bastards in your life so much that I don't deserve to fucking console anybody in this whole wide universe because I'm negative as shit and I don't fucking deserve to TRY.