you’re probably wondering “why am i reading this”; my answer is “exactly, why are you?”

Dear you,

Theres many things in this life that i feel like sharing with you x Some things you will understand others you may not x But most of all x I want this word to get out to you x I want you to feel like you can relate to every syllable that is put into all of this x If I could show you what i wish i could, think about how much easier this would all be x Looks like the only way youre going to follow the story is to read x

I want you to be able to open this page & read it like it was every feeling you had stored inside that heart shaped locket in your chest x I want you to know what I feel x

Somewhere in between all of this I find myself x

Have you ever felt like love is a few million miles away?

All of that misery in that question stabs me like a stake into my chest as I await the time that it all starts running down my clothes x I seem to always have that feeling of having a rain cloud above me whenever i need the sun x But more than anything love strikes me down worse than anything x

Its all like a mystery to me x why do the people that you feel love for have to be so far away x Then again, Im venting x

Life in its self is a paradox; and somewhat of a fuck over x  Philosophically: Life is what you make it ; Realistically: Life sucks most of the time x thats where I come in x This is the part where Im trying to teach you x  How to deal with the bullshit that you are left with x

Sincerely,

Me