Taco-The-Penguin

I'm sitting here, with the letter still sealed before me. I can't bring myself to open it. I know it's bad news. I just have no idea or clue to what it could be. My hands are trembling, I can barely write this. I desperately don't want to have to read it. I wish it would just disappear, I wish it was a figment of my imagination, I wish... there's no point in wishing. I need to just do it. No matter what horrors or pain it holds, I have to open it. ... I never would have guessed this. Trusts betrayed, honesty lost, wearing masks for days. Why? Now I don't know what to do.

Just so beautiful as you fall, Reach out, reach out for me, Wish I could save you, Wish I could do anything at all. I want to hold your beating heart, Let it go, let it go, I wish I knew what you were feeling, every moment, As I watch this life just slip away. Slipping further, watch you fall, Please don't go, please don't go. Just stay alive. You're so beautiful, In your black wedding dress.

I have plenty to live for. That's not the problem at all. The future is very promising. I've come to grips with who I am, with who I want to be, with who others are. There's nothing in the way now. I just don't want to wake up.

"Don't try to be the good guy if it means sacrificing who you really are." Every story needs a villain. So maybe I am evil... I certainly don't know anyone worse than me. But this changes the story completely. Damn it, I hate this. My heart doesn't beat faster, I know just how that feels. No, this is just my heart beating harder. It almost hurts, really. I hate it. I'd rather it just stop altogether. I know this feeling far too well though. It's a coming war. And no one else will know. It won't stop. But no one will know. And that's just the way it should be. I'm tired of people. What I wouldn't give to be the last man on Earth. Or even ju