It's 1.50 and i dont wanna sleep because im waiting for something new and different and an indication of life from you some sort of reaction to that but theres none
Theres none
Youre just throwing people away
I hate you for that
I hate you for being so immovable and stagnant and that mask over your beautiful face lessens your radiance and warmth
I dont even care what your reaction will be as long as theres something
But theres none
You look fcking dead

It frustrates me so much
Its like loving stone
Its crying over impossibility and my own idiocy at the same time from the same roots
It seems better to love an imaginary being