Apr 18, 2009 11:00
I'm weak.
I fail.
I want you to see me as some awesome aloof person, but i suck at that. I cry too often. I want to badly to make you happy. and who the fuck cares. I know I don't. but i always feel like i do at the time. why do you have that fucking effect on me.
Why is it that you are the only person i think i could ever talk to on the phone for four straight hours. why do you even answer?
I climbed my ladder this morning as i noticed the sky begin to light up. I watched the sun rise over my city. over my skyline.
I looked at many beautiful things over my night. I got a lot of cry out. ...there may still be a little more. but man o man. thank you for the release