It's painful but, I will say, I have nothing to say
Love doesn't seem to make me happy
it causes pain, it's real pain
when it's delivered unproperly
It is very difficult because
intelligent love seeks media
I don't give intelligence time to meet
He is so direct and I am so indirect
I fear even walls when I write out this
I am so secretive
I feel negative vibes after each silence with him
But my throat shuts me up
I laugh in grief
But I decided not to anymore
I am making them also sad
he and his...
Think what is this
I am mad of course
But I know it's...