In some ways, I think it's really good. I have the courage to be myself again. I haven't felt that way since I was 5 years old. I think it's kinda beautiful.
But in other ways, it's also pretty bad. I can't have you, so I take what I can from others to fill that up. It's a little selfish, and I think I might be hurting people. I think it's sort of gnarled.
We have a fascinating way of talking about everything else Except for the reason We talk about everything. We have a fascinating way of talking About anything except What's on both of our minds.
And I'm starting wonder how much if it is Good, And how much of it is Bad.
When I made out with those people last night, I dissected myself, my reactions, and my relation to you. I had a lot of thought, very little foresight, and copious amounts of drunk knowledge. I am being dramatic. I'm pretty lonely, can't you tell?