ghosts

e.

dearest you.

i know you told me everything would turn out well in the end--in the future (or is that the same thing?)--but recently i've been feeling... like shit. your positivity astounds me; my brittle mind cannot keep up with your fluid movements. you're so goddamn happy all the time and i get even sadder. sometimes i wonder if the world was created like this: for every miserable being, they will have a happy counterpart. you're my counterpart, i know it. but you're miles away--in distance and in state of mind.