what am I thinking with?
I have this awesome guy who treats me right, says what he feels, and doesn’t go a day without telling me how much I mean to him. but I can’t learn to love it, because all I can think about is stuff. other stuff. like you, you count as other stuff to me..but it’s like I count as nothing to you. I mean do I even cross your mind? probably once a week, if that. so why am I trading ^him for even the thought of you…? I’m not thinking with my head or my heart. this isn’t supposed to be a deep profound thing, it’s supposed to maybe knock some sense into me, as a malfunctioning hole. man I make myself mad. how bout that for a late night snack for thought?