I’ve tried writing this post a numerous amount of times. Each time I go about it a different way and each time I delete every character asking myself who the fuck cares? I like to tell myself someone out there cares about this writing. Someone out there is idly sitting at their desk, in their bed, on their phone waiting, wondering where the hell have you been? But in all reality no one really gives a shit. And i don’t think that I really even knew that until I fucking typed it. No one out there is holding their breath. And i thought maybe that would hurt, maybe a year ago, maybe 6 months ago It would have. But honestly it just feels pretty damn awesome. I could write whatever the fuck I want and no one would fucking care.
Love is consuming me.