I can't help but search for myself in all this bluriness; in all the lights, the colors, but all the darkness that lies ahead.
Shivers down my spine.
I wish you didn't exist. So everytime I hear your name, or see your face I wouldn't long for the way it was. This is the definition of betrayal, on your part. I know nothing but anger now. I don't remember the way it was, before. When I was of worth, without something behind my name.
I want you to disappear.
I want to... disappear.