The Stranger

You could spend a whole lifetime contemplating, figuring, speculating... it's a serious matter being fucked over by a mate. I have no clue what to think anymore. Derealization: it's real, and I believe it is slowly what is taking over my mind. Each day, new situations present themselves, and you try to determine how they should be dealt with. How do you deal with problems like this? Is there a medicine? Therapy? Could someone PLEASE just tell me what I can do? I've lost my grip. I've blown it, straight through the fucking roof.
There is no true love, no true loss. But SHE kept coming back..."I love you! I love you! A million times, I love you!!" It grows harder and harder to believe those words. Maybe if I can survive one more day, it will all be better. One more new day to fix all the mess. One more day is all I really ever need...