"You're just like an angel, skin makes me cry.

You float like a feather in a beautiful world. I wish I was special. You're so fucking special." -Radiohead.

I need you. Not only you, but I need all of you. I need from you the strength to stand strong and willing to step forward. I need your embrace and your remarkable smile. Leave with me your tact, your immortality, your heat, and your pressure. Please Athea, wake up and come alive again.

"And well I, don't wanna fall in love. No, I., don't wanna fall in love... with you." -Chris Isaak.

Nicole, I just can't bring myself to inhale. It's like there is this painstaking pressure that is preventing one breath. And to think I even said that in the truck.

You give me one person, just one person that really knows who I am anymore. Give me that one person so I can ask them if I am worthy of such capabilities. Am I crushing under my own weakness?

If I am pulled and tugged every which way anymore.... I am going to snap.

I wake up crying. And it's not that I'm sad... I'm angry and am trying to chanel this demon a much more productive way.

So, fuck you. (D.West)

I'm breaking.

I know that if I continue with this exoskeleton... people can no longer take advantage of me. "If I cry, I show weakness, and opening for disaster."

What am I trying to really prove? What do I want? What makes me happy? How can I pose a greater threat to myself? Who is strong enough for me? Fast enough for me? Who is willing to show me their greatness?

I need you. Please for fuck sake.... take me, look me in the eyes and tell me that I need to come back. Show me, please, that I am worth every ounce of your integrity. Most of all, stop me.