I don't have much time to write this, but I hope you realize how much you matter. The world doesn't revolve around us and we hardly matter in the slightest. The fact that I met you though, the impossibilities that circle around every breath we take. Those matter because I have to care at least a little. Without you I lose my sanity, the only connection I have to this world that I so damn crazy. It doesn't really make sense but the truth is that I love you. Not that it shows but I do and you are needed. This is a last minute post. Where the hell are you?
YOU ARE READING
So This Might Be A Book
RandomA collection of essays about subjects of concern to me, which all of you obviously want to read because it is written by the most charming narcissist you hopefully will never meet. Regardless of whether I bribed you to read this or you are just bore...
