Pathetic

Hopeless.

I gave it all away for a heart who knew nothing of love. Now i am left with nothing. Nothing but myself and empty pockets. But i must remain tough for me (for her?).

Maybe.

I need a job. I need a reason. I need to live again.

Help. Please.

To whom do i speak...you or myself? we shall never know.

Depends on the weather i suppose.