There's this marvellous thing that happens at night, the world goes quiet and it's as if you can hear the whole apartment building breathing.
I still love you, you know, I'm just tired and sad, and I would've wished you a happy birthday if I'd had the strength.
Instead I watch movies and cry, and then I try to write something but it evolves into nothingness. More than anything I should be sleeping, but I can't, my mind won't shut up.
And I'm not looking for pity, I just want you to understand. I've never been the perky, upbeat person in the group and I never will be. I'm the idealistic romantic who adores human anatomy and would love you more than you can possibly imagine. And yes, my mind turns dark sometimes, but how can you see the light without the dark?
(I'm rambling, sorry. This is probably one of those I shouldn't post, but where's the fun in that, eh?)