...the doubt. the uncertainty. the feeling of change.
this feeling of change
this fear of change

...yet... I fear not to.
I fear not to change.
to stagnate.
to become a heartless mass of living flesh
of undead flesh

I stare at her nickname
try not to click
remember the cold, hard replies
...what's inside her mind?
...what's inside mine?

...I no longer know.
and it seems I no longer care.
maybe all those sweet dreams were just not meant for me.
...maybe my cruel reality is the absolute truth.
for me.
For me?
well... for me, all that is left is a heartless life.
my dearest dream...
now my unchangeable fate.