June 28, 2004
so separate from everything you do reading about your life like a fucking spectator don't you think I know how it feels? don't you think I understand every second of that sick rolling nausea when you read about something you should be part of don't you think I want you there, that if I could have my way you would be part of every second of it? it makes me sick to realize that I'm enjoying anything because I know I should be sharing it with you. the shine is taken off my entire world because you aren't in it.