i feel like a physcotic rush. like i'm this defeated morsel the just wants to jump. did you know i dont really physically write down my thoughts anymore. i think everything in my head and all i want to document is pictures. i just want everything i see to be taken in and kept forever. imagine always having a piece of a moment. a piece of a moment that you can never get back, but you can always get back. make sense? no. but who cares? i lost my mind yesterday, but i feel good. i didnt take anything brilliant out of it, so kinda left muttering. that's alright thought, i really dont mind right now. i'm flowing. i'm feeling. i'm rushing. good rushing. nice flowetic rushing. get it? that's ok..you dont have to. you dont have to do anything. i'm getting a D in English, but nothing is needed. i'm really haha, i'm really something. i read the whole message and it made me cry for several reasons. first, i want him to talk to me that way, i want someone to talk to me that way. second, i was mentioned in it, in a good way, in a really good way, and knowing someone has spoken about you when you had no idea and what was said was good feels really good. third, he really really fucking loves her a lot and that fucking pisses me off. only cause i'm obsessive and wanting and needing and desiring. fuck. i'm done.