Sometimes I do sort of wonder if people are real. I can touch them, but it always feels like they will fly away. Something just tells need that they're not ever going to be here for long enough.
And then you have all the stupid things you say at 18.
It feels like you're clinging on to me too much & the more you do for me ,
the less I want from you.
The less I want of you.
I can't deal with it sometimes. It's a chill type of crazy
where you sort of watch things spiraling out of control and still you do nothing.
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