When I tell you that I love you, don't take it for granted. My words slip like sand through your fingers and they sting like salt in your eyes. These whispered metaphors are intricate and insignificant. Thank god you can't even hear me scream. Goodwill today baby! I got a hotttttt sweater. I think i need to just move in there and sleep under the coatrack. No? Ok. I cleaned my room, which took 2985862860987285602758256 hours do to, but I am proud of myself none the less. I found lots of little things i had lost under all the junk. Little blue dinosaurs I thought were lost forever, a letter from someone I had long since forgot, a little bracelet I made in 4th grade, a book of my old poems, etc. It made me sad to think that all these things were there all along but I was too blind to see them. Made me feel stupid and lazy. I neglected them for too long. Poor dears. This is the last time I let you take me and break me!!!!! I need someone to hug me. To just lay beside me and watch me sleep, making sure I don't die. Someone to listen to my breathing and push the hair from my face. Wipe the tears from my eyes and kiss my lips so sweet I melt. I need to hold hands with someone and write little love letters to. I need someone to bear their soul to me and let me do the same. I need someone to watch the stars with me and drink hot chocolate with in front of the t.v. I need someone who will love me no matter what. I need so much. And yet I need nothing at all. I'm such a cliche. I fucking hate myself.