Saturday, June 7, 2008

Tricario boy boyyyy I need you to come back. I need you to be here to tell me what to do, just be here to tell me what to do although I know it already. I need you to tell me I could do this. I need you to tell me not to be an idiot and that I am better than this. I need you to tell me not to care so much about every single thing in the world although I pretend I don't give a fuck. I need you to tell me to stop crying. I need you to tell me none of these is worth it. I need the comfort from the words that nobody else could give me.

If not I will break. I will break. I don't want to break.