I don’t know what got into me to write this. Even I myself got shivers from reading it. Brr…

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Why? Why do you look at me so? All sharp and cold? Where have the hot passion and ever present love gone? Have they vanished when I was busy getting acquainted with illusions of my mind? Or does the bottles on the floor cause them to vanish little by little? I swear that I did not mean to do this, but life has been so difficult on me. I couldn’t stand the pressure, and I felt like I wanted to explode. I did not want to do this, but I need an escape too. I’m so sorry I broke my promise to you. You have to understand. No… no! Please, please don’t leave me! I promise I won’t do it again! Don’t leave me! I need you! I cannot live without you, I will die! No… I won’t let you leave me! I won’t!

… Why… aren’t you moving anymore? You’re not leaving me anymore, right? I’ll work hard and give you those pretty red roses I saw you looking at. Look, can you see them now? It’s the same color of the blood coming from your body. Isn’t it pretty?