unbotherful crap
so last night i had one of the worst nights of many by myself. i hate who love can turn to hate and that it's the people who loved you most who could hurt you most. I dont understand it. How can it be that there's not a moment of any day when i'm not thinking about you? and yet i seemed to have plenty of things to think about before. I can't even think what's going to happen next. But you're like a bridge, somehow, taking me over to the other side of a black chasm of nothingness. could i forget about you? nothing is happening between me and you. it's a void. a tunnel. when i think about it, i slide down into it. i turn myself inside out and find myself in the dark tunnel... with you. everytime i'm near you, the air is electric.