inspiration move me brightly;

reality slap me across the face.

i should have slapped you when i had the chance.

ah, melodrama,

so easy to slip back there, isn't it?

such a pretty word,

how bad can it be?

my palindrome friend,

remind me why i need to say no.

i know i don't want this.

i swear i don't want this.

there's a reason not to want this,

but i forgot.

sweet-talking, well-meaning, huge-smiling,

liar?

since when?

user, abuser, loser,

you sicken me

even as i want more.

isn't that always the case, though?

the things we hate most are the things we want most.

and the things we hate most about other people

are the things we hate most about

ourselves.

what does that say about me?

and what does it say about you that

you don't hate those same things in me?

or do you?

who knows?

stupid liar.

match made in heaven.

match made in hell--

the eighth circle, to be exact,

in the tenth bolgia.

we can make our promises,

but look where we are.

we'll just end up like the rest-

they tear each other apart at every turn.

go ahead, say you're above it all,

you've lied before.