eighteen december
ten : forty-five p.m.

i want to have different thoughts. not the same thing all the time.

"i'm tired of day to day. most of the time, i just want to sleep. and then, when i want to talk to people, everyone is gone."

"do you ever feel like you can't breathe?"

it hurts so much when he gets like this. when he says that nothing matters.

"nothing matters? nothing?"

"no, things matter..but they aren't important. nothing is very important."

not even me.