misanthropist

I remember one night I died, and the next morning I got up, took a shower, got dressed and went on with my life.

that one october morning where i washed away my sorrows and the aftermath of overdosing ah what a unpleasant day

i don’t think there’s anything in this world that has ever caused me more grief and hurt than watching you drift away and out of my life. even in my dreams i plead you to stand a step closer, but you never do. i really have never grieved anything like i’ve grieved you.

you can block me of course but you cannot undo the yearning i put in you towards things you couldn’t even pay attention to.

i desire you so helplessly.

please do not let your monotonous days and the tendency to isolate yourself deviate and distract you from your visions and goals in life. let it mean something and have a grip on you.