Surreal.

I don't know where I am anymore. Inside, outside. Up, down. It's all blended together into some new position that I don't quite recognize.

I don't really like it.


You can tell me these things all you like, but the fact remains the same. You don't get it, not as much as I thought you did, and that just means there will forever be that bit of a rift between us. Though it grows with every passing day, whether you're aware of it or not.

I don't need direction, or advice. I just need someone here. But I guess the little things are too much to ask for.


It's so simple when you think about it, and so much harder when you try to act upon it.


Just give me a sign. Something, anything. Otherwise this is history repeating itself on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.

And I really don't want that. Not again. I thought I was done with all that, for a while, at least. So please don't throw it on me all over again.

And I don't need your pictures or your plans. I don't need to know your difficulties and who you're calling. Just leave. Me. Out. Of it. I don't want to be involved. Are you that fucking dense that you can't figure that out?


Walking isn't so honest anymore.

But please don't give up on me, all the same.