BEAR

Its like, I couldn’t ever understand how anyone could love anyone else, like everyone else was faking it. I wasn’t faking it. I’m not faking it? and now I know I’ll always resent the other, because he won’t understand, he won’t appreciate the tragedy. No one else could have that same perfect balance between despair and hope, that laughing to keep from crying, that I know everything sucks, it’ll only get worse, but everything is amazing and no one is happy, that strange aftertaste, and I know you’re not so afraid! I want to run in broken streets with you, I want to trip and skin the palms of my hands and sit with you to examine how you’ve altered my life line. ( I don’t really believe any of that shit and I don’t think you do either, I can’t remember what you said that scar was from).