'Those whom the Gods love die young'

You are obviously not interested.
But I guess I'll never know.
I am way too good for you
Or so I keep saying
But you are a truly good person
And me--not so much
Im one of those people that's only in it for themselves
It's not that I dont care, I just care about me more
Oh, Laura, that was horrible.
But everyone is the same; I am not ashamed.

Here we go again

One word to describe myself? Constant.
Constantly pathetic.
Pathetically constant.

Does it mean anything?
This...desire.
This feelingless feeling?
It is the knowledge of the feeling that I experience
So does that make it any less real?
Or am I talking myself into it, wanting to feel something so bad that I fabricate the evidence?
I dont know, I dont think I ever did...

Everybody dies alone.