February 2012
I see all of these happy people. People who love their lives, who love themselves, and they aren’t hurting, they aren’t so fucking angry all of the time, they don’t hate it all. They generally enjoy life, and I look at these people, I observe them and I think, “Why can’t that be me? Why aren’t I happy?” I try and I try to do what makes me happy, but it...
It wasn’t like I just now love you, new revelation for me. More like I’ve loved you for a while but it made me feel like the fucking earth scum, so I made myself never, ever think about you, never acknowledge my feelings for you, never talk to you, never tell you, and never pursue you. You think I’m a fucking joke, and I guess I get that, but this is my heart, and my feelings,...
Honestly, I could never get enough of you. More and more and more. I want you all of the time, it’s insanity. Everything about you is beautiful and perfect and intoxicating to me. And I get to feel this all over again tomorrow, when I wake up. And then the next day, and the next, and the next, and then… Well, you get it by know. I don’t want to stop feeling this. This happiness...
