I feel like such a brat.

I can't and I don't want to accept the fact that you can't make me promises I like to hear anymore. I guess someday I'll have to accept that you're not going to be around anymore. You always give me high hopes, but you leave me wishing and hoping for more in the end. It's always like this. Why the hell do I care so much anyway? The problem is I just can't stop myself from wanting to hear from you more. I just wish you'd try, but that seemed to be something impossible a long time ago.

I've read them for the thousandth time... and now it's all gone.

336.