too many words forming not enough words to cure this feeling of heartache i do everything in my power to, avoid. my stomach is nervous again and knots have overtaken my throat. tears forming within the shadows of personal selfless acts. dial tone, dial tone & dial tone again. feeling as if the one person you'd hope to listen has gone missing. don't expect to find me when you need a shoulder. i'm leaving. i am dissapearing. i am boycotting conversation. the past has met up with the future, and the more i attempt the glass half full the emptier it grows. what the fuck have i done?