this is it, this is it. and the friendships die here, in this place. where i find myself waiting for you. with my emotions in a constant state of flux. but i don’t know if it's my emotions or my mind that's causing me to be so confused, perhaps its some insane combination of the two.
and i can't find the balance, not even temporarily, which is what will eventually kill us here- in this place- where the friendships die. turn over, and rot, and turn into dust, because they never really mattered anyway. leaving us perpetually alone i am alone.