askance.

Asking the unasked, the unaskable is painful beyond measure. The whole conversation filled me up with so much sadness. It reminded me of happier times, of days gone by when it was not hopeless. It is the falseness that gets at me. I am saddened beyond measure.

Many a times, I tried to flee, to go off and do something else. Yet, I am always drawn. Drawn back to see what was typed. Often disappointed to see a blank screen. Weak.

It is so frustrating.... arghs.