But we’ll make only quick decisions, and you’ll just keep me in the waiting room, and all the while I’ll know we’re fucked, and not getting un-fucked soon. When we get home we’re bigger strangers than we’ve ever been before. You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor.
Idk if ill ever be in love. It seems impossible to me that someone could ever love me as much as I could love them. My hearts too big in a world so cold. I’m not selfish enough, and I wear my own personality too strongly…… But I would never change that. It’s better to be honest/yourself and be alone than to fake something that’s not real.