And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones, Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.

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tu me fais très très heureux
il suffit de savoir ce

I shaved my head
 
lost my bed
 
you're still in my head
every single day
 
breathing down my neck in my dreams
i can feel your touch when i sleep
your lips against my shoulder blades in the morning
if i can't have you why am i doing this to myself

I like to have this illusion that everything around me is ten times better and I go onto brag about it and pretent like it's all real. It just so happens to be so convincing that ven myself starts to trust it.
 
I'd call that a flaw from two hundred miles away
 

I'm so high and I forgot how much I love to write.

macklemore-falling
 

Tearing at anything that will distract myself from you and the thought of you, although it's the only thing that runs throught my mind every single day just like water crashing on the shore. I didn't see this coming looking back because it was all so promising; Or at least I painted a beautiful picture of it being promising. I, again, in-failingly create impossible expectations. And now here I am listening to Macklemore over and over again, practically locking myself off from the world. Am I overreacting? Is this nothing? Am I just overthinking? I can't even tell the difference anymore. Just tired of being alone, being lonely. I'm not, but I am. Can't find people that are actually alive, that I can have an actual interesting conversation with. So tired of shallow bullshit and felling uncomfortable because of judgement. Just, please don't give up on me. That's all I ask. And yeah; I need you for the most part. And it hurts without you enough.