our hands mirror eachother with fingers & palms that perfectly align. mine, always longing to touch yours, and yours - i hope - just waiting to hold mine
Sometimes I think, I don't answer your messages just because I don't know what I want to write to you besides that I would prefer not to have to write and instead want to be with you.
panic rises again I'm an ******* and I know that. truth was never one of my strengths not even towards myself.
I yearn for cernity but I don't really trust it for I am too afraid of pain I'd have to face. The pain that I'm causing everybody else by that is simply another truth I won't accept
a beer would be nice maybe five would be better I regret this