You ask me what I want and get angry when I reply, “I don’t know” for the umpteenth time in a row. How do I explain that I want to be here with you but at the same time I would give anything to be away from you? How do I explain that you make me so happy but at the same time I want to carve your name into my arm? How do I explain that you’ve finally given me a reason to live but at the same time you make me want to die even more? I don’t say, “I don’t know” to […]
