Dear Unknown

'Why- why don't you hate me? Caleb, I mean it. You have to hate me! I even beg you to hate me. Please, please, please just hate me. Don't talk to me, don't come near me, don't even look at me. Treat me like shit, do everything you want to me but don't let me fall for you. Because that's the only thing that would break me and I can't afford that. I am so tired. I am so fucking tired of always being the one hurt. I can't-' He doesn't let me finsh, instead his lips come crashing down onto mine, silencing me. I do the dumbest thing I could've possibly done. I kiss him back.

~Dear Unknown,
Did you ever have the feeling that you inhale and inhale but oxygen however never reaches your throat?

I do. I do since I can remember. I should be used to the pain by now but since I gave in in the endless suffocation the suffering I have to endure gets harder and harder every passing day. {One year ago} ~

~Dear Unknown,
Here I am. My life completely changed by a harmless bet I lost. It probably surprised me the most
when I really succeeded in breaking into the house of the world's most famous band "Heavenly Hell".
Jep, I succeeded. I succeeded but not in just breaking in that house but in finding myself and losing myself in music this time the right way.
But still everything fell apart. {Now} ~

~One question: Who the hell is Unknown?
Guess, have to find that one out before I lose my sanity completely. {Somewhere between Then and Now} ~
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