Deep breaths, children.

A few days later on the 5th of June...

I wonder to myself what's wrong with you, as I stare across in the car.

what's going through your mind, what's making you tick? Are you thinking what I'm thinking (B 1?) Are you feeling what i do? Or are you as senseless as you make people believe you are?

I know you've had your issues, as has everyone, but yours seem to run deeper than you let on, you're all warm, but I know that's not really how you feel. I can read you better than you'll know.

You're like an empty tank of petrol, just running on what you can get. Whatever makes you have that high that we used to get together. But now you use drugs, loose women and booze. It's just not the same, and we both know it.

I want to hurt you, just so I know you're real, I wonder how someone could function like you do.

How can you do this to yourself? Is your quest for something more driving you that mad?

I don't know anymore. but i feel I must keep writing as it drains the hurt, swelled heart and makes it easier to breathe.