Come and lay with me so I can listen to your breathing and close my eyes and take you in. Does anything else even matter? I want what I can't have, but doesn't everybody? I just want to feel something good. I'm so tired of being tired. I'm tired of feeling sad and numb. I need to feel loved. Soft words of affection can only guide me so far. It's not your fault, it's no ones fault. The universe is cruel and there's nothing we can do about it. Maybe that's pessimistic, but lately that's all I've been feeling.
You are so pretty. I want to say that to you so much you have to understand, but that's embarrassing. For both of us I think.
I am sad for no reason these days. I glide around my house with my head down and eyes half shut speaking in only soft hums. I sleep so much, but I'm only having nightmares. I can't even have peace when I rest.
I don't consciously write differently for you. I try not to but sometimes I think you bring something sweet out in me.
I was being emo to Nausea- Jeff Rosenstock today. I weirdly related to it. A lot. I feel silly.
I'm over this chapter. I'm too sad for it to be good. I shouldn't write to sound good but I do anyway. I need to be a good balance of emotions to sound good. Whatever.
Write for me more, I love what you say
