Passing thoughts

it's quite strange what kind of routine my life has fallen it: i get up, go work, make small talk with colleagues, go home or go eat with friends, then sleep, exhausted.

maybe there's really no more space in my life for you anymore. maybe i think of you less because there is less time for me to think about you. or is there less of you for me to think about? i dont know, and i suspect that i wont ever know.

i cant look you in the eye anymore. there is something about your glance. i can't chat with you anymore. there is something in your voice.

i hate you. you want something that i want.

god i dont even know what im talking about, what i want, what i need, what i think.

FUCK YOU PLEASE JUST

TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT

please.