and beautiful, i don't think you realize...that we're living our lives on false pretenses. that we're giving into something we don't really believe in. at least if we're going to do this, let's make it a little more convincing. because every word you spoke, i wasn't even listening. i'm just telling myself not to care so badly, so that when you leave it won't matter, so that when you leave i won't have to start over. and every story you told me about the life you lead i'm starting to think i'm might try it out on me, because whats the worst that could happen? you'd be angry? well sweetie just thinking about it tears me in pieces. because i'm not like that, i can't render something so powerful, meaningless. but i know it's just to get your fix...beautiful, don't you find it hypocritical you write the same stuff as this?