keeps me from sleeping at night
I think about it, what it all means about how you feel about me,
and what's wrong with your hypothetical lack of feelings--
repressed fury looms all around me
and here I am at 1 AM,
gonna skip the gym again in the morning because I stayed up late wondering why you can't figure it out that I'm mad,
and I'm a human traffic jam all over.
Fucking appreciate me.
Why can't I sleep?
I'm going to miss another work out.
Why doesn't he appreciate me?
Maybe he would if I went the gym every once in awhile.
That's stupid, just go to sleep...
^^and we are stuck. I am stuck.
would I feel better to lash out?
cathartic, yes, but you would just lash right back, and I'd cry.
there's no directions I could give
to get you into my mind,
and there's no road-map, either.
and you're just a guy.
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