This ain't a love song - this is goodbye.

I'm sorry things didn't always work out the way I wanted. Sometimes they were alot better than i was expecting and sometimes a million times worse.
I'm sorry I never tell anyone that it hurts when it does and at the same time I'm proud of myself for not crying till it bleeds. I am, as Freud wrote to princess Marie Bonaparte, " a small island of pain floating on an ocean of indifference." and this kept away even the most brave people, making me the unique connoisseur of myself.
I'd love to still believe in soul mates, in sleeping next to someone without getting annoyed and in waking up in the morning next to them.... to believe I need only that, but now I know myself well enough to know that would never be enough.
 At this point I already know what a sarcastic b$&?h I am and how exhausting everyone finds me. And I'm probably gonna get even more cynical than I already am. 
The awareness of my own limits and the "nothing" my name is, makes my heart run from south to north, unable to choose.

"... Promise me you won't let them put out your fire."

Love,
Cristinnne.

P.S.: Many people survived  when their brain stopped, but they all died when their heart ceased to beat.