Too much, unspoken.

Life is draining the life out of me. How ironic.

Maybe its the fear of uncertainty taking over me.

Maybe its me giving up on love,

not just romantically, but entirely.

Maybe I'm becoming what he is.

Someone I swore never to become.

To posses a heart of stone.

Out of choice.

I think I will write a song now :)

Love,

Jacq