this, you, me, her; we're kind of like the sound of the violin bow screeching against the strings when I press down too hard. this situation is like my violin playing. horrible, tedious and hopeless. okay, my violin skills aren't that bad. but we are.

it's like i'm strapping  myself to the train tracks and envisioning the trainwreck to happen in my head, and i known it's coming, but i'm not moving out of the way. why do you have this effect on me? why am i allowing myself to be affected? not meant to be. can't. must give up.