her eyes spat tears the taste of rust

When the time's too short to be significant and there's nothing to remember by, everything will fade with time. I'll be forgotten too. And I'll be there, alone, still grasping and clawing at the emptiness which nobody sees, except myself.

Yes, I'm stuck in my own narrow, small and imagined world. There's so much more out there, but that doesn't really matter does it, if I can't first walk out of the one I'm in. Everybody likes happy words, happy people. It's okay, you don't have to love me, because I don't even love myself.

Maybe this is how it should be. Perhaps I was never meant to be happy.

Fuck the rain.