Dear heart,
Stop it. You're so retarded. He's not yours. He'll never be yours. He belongs to someone else, and there's absolutely nothing you can do to change that. I know you care about it, but you also need to care about yourself. He can't be fixed. Nothing will ever fix you.

If you keep this up, he will destroy you, I promise. He will be your downfall.

So stop it with the butterflies, stop it with the jitters. Stop it with the overwhelming want and need to kiss him. He doesn't want to kiss you. He doesn't know what he wants. So just chill. Calm down. You can't stay here forever anyway. He's too messed up. You're messed up too, you need to take care of yourself. He's not even healthy to be around. You smoke around him. You drink with him. You even broke and scratched yourself up with a fork. A fork!! How does that even happen? You've never been that desperate. I can't even imagine what would have happened if there was a knife within your reach.

I know he gets you. I know he understands you before you even can. You get each other.


"You and me were always meant to be together, before we knew the other was ever there... You and me, we've got two minds that think as one, and our hearts march to the same beat. You and me, we're searching for the same light, desperate for a cure to this disease. Well, some days are better than others. But I fear no thing when you're with me." - You+Me