[something like that]

i want to yell. i want to scream. at something stupid. at something simple. at this thin piece of glass that lies before me. glass that separates me from you. and you. glass that connects me to you. and you. i want to tell you not to be stupid. i want to tell you not to give up. i want to tell you not to throw it all away. i want to be lame and quote ben affleck (sorry rach) in good will hunting and say, “i’d give anything to have what you got.” or something cro-magnon like that.

why i care is lost on me, but i do. i guess it’s that i see what you have and it makes me hope, wish, and dream. it makes me believe that things can work out. that things do work out. that you can find one right in a world full of wrongs. and the fact that you can be so indifferent, so cavalier about it, scares me. scares me more for me and not for you maybe, but scares me all the same.

don’t.
stop.
please.

if you can’t make it work, then i can’t make it work.

simple.
true.
sad.
but honest.

you are the reason why i started. you are the reason why i wanted to stop. why EVERY day i want to stop. neither one of you knew that, knows that, but how could you really? but it’s true. strangers familiar.

stop.

lame, sad, pathetic, i know, but stop…

-patrick park . something pretty
yeah, it doesn't get better than that.