mentally raped and broken egg shells

empty parkinglots with rows of floodlights remind me of the last scene of a depressing movie, the ending to a flawed romantic relationship when the girl gets left behind in the dead of winter, hazey snow and fog and a single human form cast across the pavement at every angle. what hurts more? to know that in the past you never mattered, or that your present happiness is built on a foundation of heartache and slavery? new year in a couple days. here's to forgetting the last....