きず(・_・;)ぐち

I really, really can't take it anymore.

As much as I want it, the damages aren't worth it. If it's going to destruct me, swallow me, I'm not going to let it go on. Even if it has been important to me, something that I've always held dear to, I can't say that I still want it.

May tears silently wash away all my memories, may they leave me quietly, bit by bit, until I'm only left with nothing but a white book of history. It has got to a point where I'll gladly destroy everything. If I could go back in time, I would've chosen never to meet you.

Of course I'm filled with lots and lots of regrets, tons of unsaid words, a pile of feelings that I'd want to reach to you. Right now, may the anger inside me destroy all of those, so I my memory of you may also be destroyed along it.

I don't need the pain and the hurt you give me; I do not live to stand beside you and watch you hurt me. As much as I've always said that, even years from now, I'll treasure the memories dearly, I'm desperately destroying all of it now.