I am glad we are talking again.

if i was insane. i wonder how i would act. i wonder what would i do. i wonder what i would feel.

i would be a genius. i would spend days in a dry bathtub, writing words that wont mean anything to anyone. not now, or later. i would be a messy paranoid wreck. i would carry a mirror infront of me just to see if anyone was following me. and i would just see myself. i am insane, i would say for a second, then i`d sit on my couch, sink in, and suck the tiny particles of dead things into my nose, and i'd say, no. no, i am not insane. i am just lonely. 

like i said before, this is for us,

this is what is supposed to happen.