so i just happen to write stuff for a poetry slam – out of nowhere, similar to the stuff i wrote for myself. guess this is what i need right now. just write everything off. gosh i feel so bipolar changing my mind every minute/hour/second… is this still part of the depression or are you the source of round two?
i won’t make any excuses, i moved into a new flat with a great flatmate and everything seems to work, but somehow i can’t stop thinking of a certain person, no matter what happens around myself, there’s alway just you. and i wish you’d appreciate it the way i think you should, because… well. fuck, it’s senseless if you wouldn’t. but whatever – stuff is pretty fucked up right now, as always.
i think i’m gonna read what i’ve written from june to like late december, just to remind myself what this is all about and what i’ve actually thought of you now and then. right now i’ve got no idea what to do. please help me?