Decrepit ruins of a once brilliant mind.

18Aug08

I think I’m done. Not with this, but with tonight. It’s getting emotional, but nobody’s talking to me or communicating at all. You told me tonight that you’re surprised you’re alive, and the simple fact is I think I might be madly in love with you. I sometimes wonder if I really am, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t possibly know anything about anything. You told me that you hated your dad. I don’t want you to hate your dad anymore, because he’s trying his best or at least I hope he is. But all I want right now is to retire to your bed, not my own. Because I’m tired as fuck and I need to be with you. I need to be with you. I need to be with you right now. I haven’t wrote a solid story in a long time, does this have anything to do with the fact that my mind isn’t working like it used to?

I really want to be in love with you.