hungry beasts wait to devour me
2003-02-04 || 9:44 p.m.

The pain I feel when I am reminded in any way, by any silly event or collection of words, that no man will ever press his lips to mine again, that I will never be desired again, is excruciating. Almost to the point of being unbearable. If I had a soul, the pain would be ripping it out.