I'm no longer your muse.

I wonder if we should finish this stupid thing we're living. I don't know why I'm reproaching myself what I should reproach us, both. I didn't expect anything from you more than just a little talk. A little talk that should be 'hello', just for upbringing. Maybe the best would be a farewell. A farewell in which we ought to be sincere with each other, to show our feelings just the way they are. It sounds utopian, I know. We'll never have this talk even though we need it. But, fuck, I'm so damn stupid I keep on thinking something will change. But it won't. This undefined thing is creeping me has a long future ahead of it. I just have to find out how is living without you. It doesn't have to be as hard as it seems.