Rude Awakenings.
Painful, and often very necessary.

If anything, I should have a better grasp now on how I want to live my life, and who I want to be in it.

No more.
Baby, I'ma do right.

It was a lie when they smiled and said you won't feel a thing.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.H.I.P.

Pull it down, throw it around.
What you get is horrifyingly more than what you bargained for.

I'm Sorry is too easy to say, but oftentimes all that you can offer.

I could tell you how I honestly never meant to hurt you in the most terrible way I know how. I could tell you to please excuse everything as a result of an impulsive drunken moment. I could even tell you how the subconscious attempted to act as a controlling device by bringing in a third party as a meagre safeguard against inflicting even more pain.

I can't.
Not when I plunged the knife, and averted my gaze.

I loved you.
Our memories were not for nought.

Yet...

I'm Sorry.

I don't need forgiveness.
I need an exorcism for what's within.

Sex, lies and betrayal.
Everything comes full circle.

So take a deep breath, and revel in the web of deceit while you still can.
For it won't be long before the truth catches up.

So I guess, I'm back.