I get lost in time when I’m alone. It feels like a different ti(me) zone.
Not a loner. A fucking zoner.
I wish I could express to you how I feel. I’m just not good with words. That’s why I write. I thought maybe my actions could make up for what I can’t say.. guess I need to try harder. But I also understand, sometimes people want to hear it as well as see it too.
People are an unsure kind. They get screwed over and become emotionally insecure. They start asking questions they already know the answers to. They need confirmation. They want to know if what they would personally do about a problem is the right thing to do. They just need to hear it from somebody else, as if it might miraculously heal them to know that they were right. But does it heal them? No. They are still in the same place, same state, same broken peace.
