Coldness.

Why do I continue to take part in this game? It's a never-ending cycle. I've got to get out of it. Gotta stop thinking, stop pretending, stop running away and face the facts. What am I but a coward to do this. Hoping, secretly hurt when these things happen.

Why can't it just die? Waste away and never resurface again. Trying to occupy myself with the presence of others but how long has it been since we last exchanged truthful words? Or is it too late and awkward to exchange those thoughts? Maybe it is.