>Wb. How are you feeling?
-Disgusting. Pathetic. Exhausted.
-How is your night going?
>Bipolar, switchblades, exes, pending hatefuck. Save me from myself.
-We will make each other drown.
>Then the abyss it is, unbreathing with each others doom on our shoulders, held under the itchy palms of lottery destiny.
>We'll drown upright on the count of three, a gaze a thousand miles past due.
>1,
-2,
>Oh god
>I'm too drunk to be afraid, babe. So why is my skin shaking?
-Liquid courage.
>Are we to jump now, then? Can you hold on a bit tighter? Promise not to let go?
>Death would be an awful big adventure, wouldn't it, Hook?
>3. 

>are you still there?
>Groan, I keep dreaming about her. The intimacy, the shapes, the subtle, intentional touch sliding against me, the lips just twitching milimetres away (miles away)
>In a sick way I hope they don't stop. It hurts enough to make me wonder. The distraction is idle, but present.
-You got it bad
>You have no idea. 
>What's on yr brainpan, Neptune?
>Thinking about you.
>I'm tired; im burnt out on even my favorite words. Im thinking about crawling into bed next to you and holding on tight so I have something else to listen to than all that bad music in my head alternating on switching rails with all the bad things I've done.
>It's weird which footprints I see, which ones lead out and don't come back, and which ones lead back to me.
>That dream was my ex. I woke up thinking, "what a fucking waste to be dreaming of her when it could be someone that needs or wants me." I keep dreaming about her, and I don't want to call it torturous but it's pretty fucking close.
>It I were a hair more romantic I would've said I was dreaming about you. but i'm less a liar than that, more of something else that i'm not sure about yet
>it feels like my head is heavy, leaning forward in thought, getting caught by your kind hands. I feel guilty as charity that it's you that has to put up with it. Seems disproportionate lately. 

>I just like you issall.
>I just trust you.