Dying is worse than death.
The process always beats the outcome.
But wait, we're not through with each other.
This is a work in process.

Did I tell you about how he changed my life,
for the better and the worse.
And did I mention how I've always wanted to be like him
because he was this close to perfect.
Did I confess how I withdrew when he got near
because we was this close to perfect
because I was afraid,
because he was this close to perfect.
And did I admit how I took everything for granted and hurt this close to perfect.

& that when I disclaim any part of you, I disclaim myself.

Four hours of econs tomorrow,
Five hours of chem on wed.
& I don't get why we have to learn nuclear physics.
This is still the beginning of sadness.

I can't really breathe properly.
I think I'm dying.
Or maybe it's the durian frequency.






And how can I stop losing you
How can I begin to say
When there’s nothing left to do but walk away

I close my eyes
Just to try and see you smile one more time
But it’s been so long now all I do is cry
Can’t we find some love to take this away