She cried hard last night.

What a lie.

BUt she felt these pains, deep in her body, pushing, hurting. She put them there, she knows. Not for attention, you bastard. For feeling. for pain. because she has to feel something. Anything. To match what she's thinking.

I was never worth the fight. I was never worth the fight. I couldn't ever be worth it, could i? Never worth it to you, could i?

I'll be honest with you, love, I just always wished that someone could be affected by me, as i was by them.

I wish you could need me, as much as i need you. That's all, love.

That's all my love.