balance

When I care too much things can be so beautiful

but mostly they just seem tragic. I teeter constantly, spinning on the edge of Whydon’tyougiveafuck and You have no reason to want to cry your eyes out. But

I want to cry I want to

cry so badly everything hurts everything is beautiful but everything is tragic everything is

squeezing my chest. I am battered black and blue I am

beaten up inside the hollows under my eyes are black and blue the skin on my arms is

exposed too much about me is now vulnerable and I just want to believe I just want to believe I just want to believe in us.

I don’t think how could you know you can’t understand you can’t possibly that every thing you do every little thing affects me so fully believe you me believe me just trust me i don’t want it to be like this I hate being so pathetic I hate the

the the the goddamn ache in my ribs I get from loving you too much

I need to find some fucking balance .