Needy, attention whore, lazy, insecure, emotional, neurotic fuck.
Nobody knows me like I do and no amount of encouraging words ever made a difference in my life.
Every day I wake up with this tugging prediction that my life is meant to be shorter than the average person. 
I’m not afraid of death.
I’m only afraid of the confrontation I’ll have with God.
He’ll be very crossed with me about how I lived. 

Waiting and waiting for you.
I know you can’t come to me right now.
For a long while even.
Right now you’re just a pigment of my memory.
Only triggered by 5 seconds of your sultry voice.
This is why people always said it’s not the time to be head over heels.

I don’t want to see you.