A wave of sadness rushed over me.
It's never right, isn't it?
Why does it always turn out this way?
Don't want anymore of it.
Screw it.


Monday's Vday.
I've got a date.
But why aren't I any bit excited about it?
The wrong one,
yet again.

I feel bad
as though I'm leading someone on.
Kinda confused though.

Sick of all of it.