It's just a matter of time until we're over. I constantly ask myself when it's over will I be the same. Was the bullshit worth it? Was he worth it? My mind stumbles on the simple fact that everything was a lie, but was the truth? The searching for the truth and clarity hunts me. Or maybe just maybe I seek to find hope in someone who doesn't even love themselves. Me knowing that, I was somewhat relieved. So it begins the ending of another relationship......... the beginning towards the end