what exactly do you want? i’m falling apart here, making decisions based on neediness, burn out, and being so tired of feeling alone. you’re not here, but yet you are. i’m simply trying on different pairs of pants here, trying to cover the fact that something big in my life is gone and missing. if they’re giving me what i want, what is so wrong with that? maybe there isn’t more to this living thing. maybe we’re not moving, moving until we find our place back to where we think we belong. that instead, it’s as simple as settling right where you are, and growing something there. i’m just so tired love. that’s it. that’s all.