make me cry, please do

I wanna cry, but I can't

And I am reminded this is hormonal, and that reminds me that its okay, because this is not real

And i wanna talk to you. But then i am reminded not only that it won't be any good, but that we have no conversations - ie. our conversations or non conversations.

N this makes it easier


I seem to have found myself at this point in life, where I can't find anyone (else) for a chat in these moments.

N maybe thats growing up / growing old, losing friends, n getting over the juvenility (?juvenileness) of youth



I want you, but I don't; you that i want are a child, but we're not. So i don't.
Are you grown up too? guess we'll never know. this child i love.


.n ps. i miss you, bitch. Get over it n come back to me for gods sake. Fckface. How old are we now.


Is this where our old people lives lead then? How sad.

Back to telly.