blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

even though it sucked sometimes, at least he wasn't faking anything.

i was.

don't ask me how i'm doing when everything i do says i miss you

i hate believing people are good. but i need to. or there's no point to any of this.

i hate trusting people immediately. but i have to. or i don't understand it later.

i hate being overanalytical. but if i wasn't i'd be disappointed all of the time.

i hate wanting what only exists in my head. where do dreamers go? they don't do. that's certain.

we can kiss and undress or if you want, just talk.

since there's nothing here for you to fear let's pretend there is! we'll create invisible impossibilities then make up for it with slips and shoes scattered on the floor the mattress creaks i'm underneath and you don't remember my name. i'm not here i'm not here you're here and i'm not here

ummmmm

this weekend was really fun.

i don't know what else to say right now.