I Can'tAnd to be honest, I don’t want to.
I don’t want to see you, hear you or hear others speaking of you. I don’t want anything to do with you. For now.
I realize that that sounds extremely harsh, but I know no easier way to say how I feel: I, with the vocabulary I possess, of all people should know how to tune down the bitterness. All the memories, the spoken and unspoken words, the feelings: the frustration, the irritation, the agitation, the anger, the outrage, the betrayal, the disappointment, the regret, the concern, the worry, the misery, the unhappiness, the sorrow, the hopelessness, the despondency, the grieving, the hearache, the heartbreak, the melancholy, the depression, the lamenting, the sadness, the pain, the hurt, the numbness and the love returns. I want it to stop.
I love horror films, but this haunting smog suffocates the last of what is left of me.