Rain.

It's three a.m. I don't really want to be awake, but I am. Staring at this screen my head hurts, and i remember feeling sick in your car. You were beautiful, the night was cold and beautiful. I don't want to be in my bed. And i don't want to be here.

I can't understand everything. I want to be alone in a huge city. Streetlights, buildings. night time.

Fucking stressed, and tired. All the time. I want to be understood, To understand. and wanting only gets me so far.

Analyze it, analyze it all and keep it in your head. Thrive on it, suck it's dick. I'll still love you, and have no idea why. But i will and I guess that's pretty important.