Sometimes... Sometimes it's so hard to find real love in this world. I confessed my hearts desires to her and yet she keeps avoiding me. She wont answer my mails anymore. We used to have these deep conversations and I stole a kiss or two from her. She didn't mind. No, she went along with it. The words, they ruin everything. I tried, you know. I tried to talk to her. And it ruined everything. I will remain silent for the rest of my life and let the actions speak for themselves. No one will ever know me, but hey, we are all alone in the end, right? If my lover was a vampire that sucked me dry that would be the happiest dead I could imagine. The irony of Nirvana is that we have to reach it by our deeds in the loveless world we all live in. Sometimes I wish I was not born at all.