There's no such thing as a title

Where is the refresh button?
It wouldn't be cheating.. right?
I'm tired, I'm sick.
I'm drained, empty.
I'm weak, useless.
I feel as if I can barely breathe.
I feel as if I have no worth.
Why do you continuously try giving up on me, self?
Why am I here?
No, it's not that I don't want to be, I just don't understand why I am.
I know what I want, I just don't know if I want it.
That's totally ridiculous, I know.
I want to want it all, I want to crave it and need it.
It seems like I don't and can't feel.
I know there are some things I feel.
Like my passionate hate for Crystal.
The feeling grows stronger every day,
each minute that I think about Her.
Though I'm just as evil a monster.
I long for desire.
I hardly even crave something so little as cigarettes anymore.
Where have I gone, and will I ever return?

this feels

Who ever decided you should have to title your blogs?
I don't like that.
I don't have anything to say really.
This feels like an end.
I lay in my bed, I cry, I hurt.
I'm sorry, so deeply sorry.
Everyone deserves a second chance.
You got a thousand, I got none.
I forgave you, I held you, I comforted you.
I whispered its okay, everyone makes mistakes.
I said, we're all human, we all mess up.
Nobody is perfect.
I guess I have to be.
I didn't do enough for you?
I wasn't there?
But I was, I was there.
I never meant to hurt you. I've never lied to you.
I would never hurt you again.
You are my everything, you hurt I hurt.
This can't be the end.
I can't let go of you, I can't lose you.
I need you, I want you.
Just you.
Only you.
My heart is yours.