When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

it takes a near disaster to realize what i want
it takes nearly losing everything to find what i have



"the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"

all is well
with my soul

... And i wait without you...
Nothing left to win and nothing else to lose.

my apathy and indecision ruin everything

i hide behind uncertainty until the last possible moment

so selfish

so useless

so trite "i never meant to hurt you"

now what?

is there a normal?

does ideal exist?


... and i still don't know what i fucking want. 

I don't know what to do with myself.

Eyes hurt.

Silence hurts.

It absolutely kills me to see you sad.
To be unable to do anything about it.