Also:
Sometimes I feel as if my entire body is a blister. Like my soul is an open wound, much more susceptible to pain and happiness than the average person. My heart is a deep cut capable of profound healing and utter breaking. I don't know how I got this way. I don't know if I was born a vulnerable mess or if my world has brought me to this place, with this silly person staring back at me in the mirror. I can't tell if it is a gift or a curse or neither. Can it be both? Is it fixable? Am I broken?
I'm Ron Burgundy?
Oh well. I'm drunk and swimming in thoughts.
Would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?
I'm Ron Burgundy?
Oh well. I'm drunk and swimming in thoughts.
Would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?