these long talks, seemingly to bridge the gap and understand where each other comes from, do in fact, drive me further from you.
i wish you’d see, the things i am going through. i wish you’d understand how right now i am just living one day to the next, gasping for breath.
just let me settle in.
sorry, i cannot, at this point, pretend to be interested in listening to you talk about you. all. the. fucking.time.