I have this thing that I do...

okay, and I'm going to change it.

I promise... I promise...





I find deep meaning in every coincidence.

I meet beautiful people and laugh with them

and love them instantly.

"We were lovers in a past life."



The past life is always better,

everyone knows that.



I fall in love with unknown eyes.

I lust for new feelings

and get high off of them, too!



Now, I've realized

that I am not meant for this world.

I have been rejected by

these coincidences.

I am not from here, and now I know that.

(Because, if I was, then you would love coincidences, too.)



I am doing this to myself. I know I am.



I love you

and you are gone

and the loneliness is what kills me,

not the reasons why you left.



I can not take

being the person that I am.

I am persistent to achieve complete nirvana of the soul.

But my mind won't let me get there.



I am writing all of this because it needs

to come out and I don't give a ****

what anyone thinks of me.

I never do.

I am putting myself out there. This is me. And *******.

That's why I always try to **** you off

because you give a **** about these things.

You give a **** about me making an *** of myself

and I do not.



I find meaning in different things. That is why you left.