Why would I even be mad at you.


we have never been anything, there has not even been a ‘We’, Nevertheless, I still get mad, for no reason. And It bloody hurts, it is just like, if someone weren’t feeding you, but you feed yourself on their place, it is just so stupid.

I sometimes, think, about stop being friends, because It is toxic for me, and I think for you aswell, because I irritate really easy.


But I, aswell, think I love you. and stop being friends would kill me anyway.


We are from completely different worlds.


You are patient, you want to do everything right, if you do it you want it to do it the proper way, don’t want to mix things up.

I, in the other hand, am a nature’s force, I am wild and I want to live the moment, I want you, but you don’t want me as much as I do, I haven’t got to love you yet, but I assume soon the time will come, and the only salvation for me will be cutting my throat and making the life abandons my body gradually, because, I have reached the point, where I just want you to be with me.

I think, otherwise, you are confused, due to, you told me in a year or two, you’ll be ready to have something, and when I told you I would try to wait for you, you told me I wish you do.


I wish you do.

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