The winds are rubbing against me and I wish it were a person. I live with my friend and yet we exchange maybe twenty words day. I don't want to sleep because I cannot stand the dreams but I do not want to be awake because I cannot stand the loneliness. Can you feel it when you start to get bad again? When iswearrogodimnotgonnakillmyaelfbutidontknowwhattodoanymore thoughts inhabit the spaces in your head. This is all too much and yet i hate myself for thinking that. I feel like I don't know.