Feb 18, 2021
Whenever I get fucked up and my brain starts to crumble I can't help but feel hate for all the things I normally love, including you.
And in the morning I collect what's left of the shattered love left on the floor and try to convince myself I feel the same way about everything.
But when things break they never go back together the same way and pieces are usually lost.
I guess this is a long winded way of saying I don't love many things anymore and I yearn to feel excitement about the things I used to love, including you.
