Don't be mad, be merciless.

Songs songs songs.

Skips.

It's almost Christmas!

I'm gonna find someone someday who might a c t u a l l y treat me well.

This is a big world.

I guess sometimes things can disappear as fast as they appeared, be taken from you as quickly as you first received them.

Maybe it's the intensity that really leaves you feeling like some part of you was also ripped away, and you only had, barely enough to hang on.

Another night, another dream wasted on you.

Another December first has come, and is passing.
It's been five days, is it wrong to say I already miss you? I don't get it.
I don't want to feel disposable and unworthy, but what do you want? What do you want from me?! I just want to know you, to talk to you, to listen to you.
But do you know what it's like? To want to love without the fear of being unloved? To give up friendships, or even to put a little extra effort into how you look?
Sometimes I think it's better to stay alone, and to not try and find love. Seemingly it always ends up wrong.