it seems that every day that goes by, my past false perceptions and thoughts of what love is and everything that it could ever be, are blurred out, deformed and destroyed completely. With you, they are built up again, fresh and new.

my thoughts are scrambled around my mind like a pile of a million puzzle pieces. each one belonging to a separate puzzle, yet I am still sitting hunched over them, with clammy and shaky hands, trying desperately to fit them together.

sitting in the passenger seat of your car at 2 am felt more like home than any other place ever did.

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I've wasted much time on people who played games. People who don't tell you where you stand. People who don't know the meaning of "I love you"

everyone has "those days".
nobody specifies exactly what they mean when they say it, but everyone always seems to know.
it is April third, there is nothing important to me about this particular day, except for the fact that it has been a bad one.
i feel as if everyone and everything i have ever held onto is slipping away, and as much as i try to tell myself to not loosen my grip, my fingers keep coming undone.
i am aware of all these things going on around me but i cant wrap my mind around any of it, i cant make myself care.