Every time I think I have it straight, my world begins to deteriorate. Things fall apart that I thought to be concrete, and my greatest triumph becomes defeat. I thouhgt I had something in which I could beleive, but once again I have just been deceived. I should have known not to fall for such a ruse. I shoulden't let myself feel emotions that this pain subdues. So much I want, bittersweet locks within reach, don't rip me apart again, this I beseetch.