i cant finish anything ive written in weeks and i hate it. im literally gasping and reeling over the keyboard. drip drip drying my eyes over x's and o's, and nothing feels real. im sorry. im sorry. im sorry. i want this to be real for you.
i dont want to live in grey and its the only place ive been lately, staring at this business card i have at my desk saying, "you are your art."
and my art right now is nothing.
i want to write you love letters and apologies at the same time. that just seems fitting. to say:
i love you, im sorry.
or
im sorry, i love you.
they both just feel so fucking sad.
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