i feel loser right now.

it's not like i could help it. and for that i apologise. i don't know what else to say other than "don't worry". that's a tall order, i entirely understand. but please try. 'cause i don't want to see you this way either /: do get well soon.

i hate to harp on it, but i'm really in a bad condition. how can i still be expected to perform, and function like some healthy person? bummer. this is unfair, what life expects of me. if only it could consider my situation. oh, please. call this self-pity. sigh, am i that pathetic? just drop the pride. for there is no dignity left for me to guard.

words i couldn't say - rascal flatts

in a book in a box in the closet
in a line in a song i once heard
in a moment on a front porch
late one June
in a breath inside a whisper
beneath the moon

there it was at the tip of my fingers
there it was on the tip of my tongue
there you were and i had never been that far
there it was the whole world
wrapped inside my arms

and i let it all slip away-

what do i do now that you're gone
no back up plan, no second chance
and no one else to blame
all i can hear in the silence that remains
are the words i couldn't say

there's a rain that'll never stop falling
there's a wall that i've tried to take down
what i should've said
just wouldn't pass my lips
so i held back and now we've come to this

and it's too late now-

i should have found a way
to tell you how i felt
now the only one i'm tellin' is myself

what do i do, what do i say
and no one else to blame
all i can hear in the silence that remains
are the words i couldn't say



like the tide that never came;