get me out of this because you'd realise there are actually so many things in another's life and some arent worth you knowing.

the tide's so strong no matter how you struggle it's useless you cant fight the current you'd just slow the drift while the shore shrinks to paperthin. the distance is drifting I can feel it I dont want to but words arent as sincere, as warm, as acknowledging and as hopeful as before.

I just tell everyone off now with "im born with a sad face. blame my mother." I want you badly damnit dont you see. too planotic they say but it's not like I want it to become something else either because you'd dread it.

it sucks to tear reading saved conversations. and it's just inexpressible.