Like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to ill. Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the great divide could swallow me whole. Oh, how I’m breaking down.
I really want to go to sleep but I’m waiting for my nails to dry and at at the same time thinking about how it felt to kiss you. I miss it. I miss you. I’m sick of talking about you on here. I’m sick of comparing your kisses to everyone else. I don’t know. I just feel very uneasy right now. There’s too much on my mind.