H E L P

I'm like some stupid ass staying up until late, writing and writing like some pathetic cast away lost in a shitty island for losers and sending a letter in a bottle in the hopes it will reach you. And you'll send me help but you'll realize you yourself is the only help I need to complete my fragmented being. You're the only help I need to gain my sanity back. My sanity which had gone away for a long time ever since the day I let you go. By the time you realize this, you're just at home reading, the letter at hand. You'll realize how painful "real" waiting is.

I just want to be with you for the rest of my life but you tied yourself up there. In a make-believe world full of fantasy and happiness except that a million CCTV camera are around watching your every move it starts to suffocate you. But you will stay despite all the asphyxiation because you love him. And you don't love me.  That's the simplest explanation and I make it too complex.