Me, Myself and I

“I just wanna make that boy the happiest he’s ever been.”

i just want to ask you why. why are you shutting me out? why are you not answering when i offer closure for the two of us, so i can pretend i’m moving on from you? why did you decide this was the most rational way to leave someone that would have never given up on you, when you claimed everyone else has?

If it’s true that we photograph the things that we are afraid to lose, then it’s saddening to think that maybe this generation, the so-called selfie generation, aren’t really just a bunch of narcissitic fools and attention seeking people, but rather a bunch of individuals afraid to lose themselves. Isn’t it disheartening? That in this age of technology and fast communication gateways, there are more and more individuals that capture their own photos to preserve and have memories of who they are.

Do you know what it’s like to love somebody the way I love you? To know how it feels to kill yourself with bad habits? To know what you want, but know you’ll never truly have it?

sometimes i just need someone to cut through the loneliness

If you want to know the real me talk to me at three a.m. It’s when I find out who I really am.

The only people up at 3 a.m. are in love, lonely, drunk, or all three.