See if you can pick out the running theme...
Sometimes I talk and talk for hours into the mirror on the off chance that maybe something charming will stumble out of my mouth. Sometimes I hide behind sunglass lenses so that you can't tell that I don't know where to look except into your eyes. Sometimes it seems like every few days I walk out of my room in a haze of cigarette smoke and the whole world has passed me by. Sometimes I miss you so much I think my insides are bleeding. Sometimes the way you talk reminds me of the lies we tell ourselves so that we can sleep at night. Sometimes I wonder whether or not gravity really is responsible for people falling in love. Sometimes I sleep untill 2 in the afternoon to disguise the fact that I don't have any friends. Sometimes I just want to pack up my things and leave.