i cant find the words to cough out onto this page,
just words that come out in pieces and things that say i dont really like you as i expect myself to, you're just so different, i cant get the familiar feeling i get from others, so what you're just a bunch of blur beans, i might not adore it now.
im just too exhausted to run this mile, would you like to carry me through.
ill smile like i mean it, ill love you like how pooh loves bear.

haha what nonsense you spit,
ive got worried for no reason, all i get is ignorance,
something that bothered me. i have a phobia of people sending me home,
i have a phobia of smashing my insides with your mechanical playthings.

left and leaving, please stay ((:

dont get your hopes too high.
sing my imperfect offering.