15 March 2013
I'm tired. Tired of all these problems, difficulties, and complexities life has to offer. Tired of feeling this pain inside my chest, tired of making you feel pain and having regrets. I hate you. Jealousy will kill ya you know? Meaningless words anger you, but I have to live with the thought of you making love to someone else, as I lay on my bed, by myself. Why do you look at the bad side of things darling? I want to be happy, with you, no one else. You've got the best of me, I feel weak to my knees, nauseous as if I have a disease. The negativity is rubbing onto me. I usually tend to run away from that, but I'm staying. Why? Because I want, crave, care, and love you. Is it okay for me to express and write down my disjointed thoughts? Or will it make you rage once more? Does my sadness mean anything? I just need a little bit of your acceptance, understanding, and affection. Take all the time you need, but please don't leave. Baby, please don't leave.
We'll Be Fine • Opuss № I