Will. This. Be. The. End. Of. Me.?
Four walls are always surrounding my body. Four walls are surrounding my mind. Four walls are surrounding my heart. Four fucking walls. I feel that wall. Cold fucking wall.
I don't want to be this anymore. I miss what I used to be. I miss writing. I can't even articulate how I fucking feel anymore. Thoughts never seem to translate well onto my screen. I can still feel the word though. As Im typing. It feels hard. And tingly. I love that shit. Doesn't make sense though.
I just want to be happy again. I can't be happy because I am losing my mind. I am losing my mind because you aren't around anymore.
I hate not being perfect. I need to be perfect. I need to do so much. I need to be free. I need it.
I don't know what love is. I thought I knew how it felt but I guess I was wrong there too.
I just want to feel that again.