Everything is coming down, sort of like the water in a fountain, maybe like a fountain, everything will come back up again. They say if you love something, let it go, and if it comes back things are meant to be. They never mention what happens if it doesnt come back. I've never felt this way and I kills me to think that we're at the end. Maybe I was foolish to think I might never see that day, but I really believed it wouldn't come like this. Maybe I've got things all wrong. Maybe I'm just overthinking things again. I really hope so.

she said, I want something else, to get me through this, semi-charmed kind of life