I can’t talk nor make a sound, my nose is bleeding and it won’t stop because the alcohol is thinning my blood; it can’t clot and if this continues I can’t see I’ll survive. From the excitement we once shared we now live in stale silences - I learnt today that there can never truly be silence, but somehow we manage it; I guess it’s because our pulses stop around each other. I feel like this could continue forever unless I ask for help but to admit that I need it is hard. I’m willing to do it to save us. I wrote this a while back, and when I hear it again I question how we went from there to here. I question what we did wrong along the way, if anything, if it was always just destined to end like this. I’m not saying it’s the end, I can’t quite conceive that as a concept, but it’s hard for both of us and that seems an unnecessary thing to feel we have to cope with. Our sex drives are out of sync and we're always cold. Your sex drive is the lowest it's been in your life, this strikes me as something which concludes in a break-up, and I'm fucking scared.