if i loved myself i guess i could just say "fuck you...", and be done with it

but i don't and so i know that i just can't...

how could this happen? why am i the last to know?

out of the mouthes of mutual aquaintances, why did i find out in such a second hand way?

fuck...nothing has ever hurt worse...there goes the sky, it comes crashing down in flames, in the guise of a sunset...

but i know...

it's really just the end of the fucking world.