If this ain't a sign.

Here's a thought. How do you tell someone to be here just so you could ask him to leave? And how do you ask him to leave when just last week, he was the only person with whom you are willing to jump in between the sheets with? (Read this in any manner you'd prefer)

So being fickle was made legal for someone as tender as me. And it has apparently made me top the list of "100 most loathed-and-thus-you-should-kill people" No difference made. I'm almost dead, anyway.

Almost, since it still hurts.

So back to my question. Simple, says Mir. Just disappear. I would. But then again, that would have caused a dent in my already broken conscience. (I don't remember having one but I reckon that the guilt feeling I've been harboring is indeed ma conscience speaking.)

I've been marred, lately I realized (with disdain horror, may I add), by my own impetuous tendencies to not be dependent. To not say help. To not say please. I must've followed the wrong recipe. Too much salt added to the wounds.

Now, why didn't anybody kill me earlier?