Still in the Winter

Me and Angel couldn't work out. We never made it to 2024. I'm the problem. I couldn't let her go enough for her to be free, so she never had a chance to return.

I'll be starving.

People here are buying a weight bench for us to use. I can't...

My head is swimming with the hatred and fears of lifetimes. The body is full of desires not meant for a human being. I've failed, and this wasn't even a test.

The future holds more, but I can't hold a lot.

I will get stronger for the thought of you.

I tried with her for the thought of you.

And I proved too insane due to the idea of your existence.

I blame the times I spent with the fireball in the sky.

Every moment I tried to die

Every time I loved for no reason

And every time I know what's behind my eyes.

Things come with patience.

And I moved too fast in part for the girl.

But I did it for me.

Are you real?

It makes me sad to think about it, but am I the only one?

Did the program make me forsaken?

Or did I naturally break?

I need to stop what I think.

People have been telling me to talk to her, and they've hinted at gifts I should buy, but I don't think they know how badly I've fucked up.

They used my own words, "write romance" and supplied the paper.

They questioned if I had given her a call at the exact time, she would be busy.

From the look of things this house is going to manipulate food into me.

I didn't want to call. Under this observation I would rather write a tale to build happy thoughts and learn to listen to people again. She's never coming back. Hurt and scared. I've fucked up I've fucked up I've fucked up!

They're feeding me pizza tonight just like the night when my wounds showed. She was distant then. I'm sorry, girl, for what has happened.

Story, page two.