the universe and the milkyway

i believe you but i wish you made it believeable to other people too
i dunno why it's so bad to show it
why do we have to hide it


i know i just have to be patient and accept it
but it's just so hard to do

i like falling asleep with the light on

i am so sick of having to fight for your attention
i thought maybe i would be worth it
maybe i'm just not

when you say stuff like that all i can think is
'you don't mean it'
cause i know you don't. but it still kills me

i just don't know what to do

i need to tell you. i just don't know how

knowing is not enough for me
just saying it isn't either
i wish you could show me so i could believe it

i am way too attached

continuum

you'll be the song stuck in my head till the end of time
there's nothing i'd rather do than make you all mine

sometimes living life gets hard to do

first i was too much
now i'm not enough
i just don't know what else to do

purifiers don't really purify anything

for the past couple weeks, i've been having flashbacks about the most random things ever
every time it happens i think 'when people say their life flashes before their eyes before they die, do they forget to mention it happens over a period of time?'
i don't think i'm dying
maybe my mind is just. doing its spring cleaning

i used to be good at crying, then i didn't cry for a long time
and i couldn't cry anymore
but now, apparently, i can
i hate hate hate it

i don't like the fact that people take words and place them into a 'poem'
it shouldn't be forced
it shouldn't be premeditated
i don't like things that mean nothing

i'm sick of being tired. i don't like sleeping. i like being awake for everything.

i'm an observer
i notice things i either shouldn't, or before anyone else realizes them
honestly, i don't know if it's a good thing

i miss writing so much. about anything

pens are so much nicer than pencils and computers
they're permanent
they're there forever

forever seems to be a joke though
lately, at least

i swear we'll make it

on a side note

i kind of hate that you're all i think about anymore

making a fool of myself (it's what i do best)

you don't ever talk to me about that stuff
i don't know why
i don't know if it's just not important,
or you don't feel you can tell me
i don't know which one i prefer

i fucking love you, and i'm sorry
and i just hope you take into consideration what i said before when you read what i'm saying now

i don't know if you read this, i don't think you do
but if you do, don't talk to me about it
this is the only place i can talk without having to deal with other people talk to me about it

winner winner

please explain to me how i can fuck things up when i'm trying to do the exact opposite.

i fucking hate this.