that she'd bring out the best in me.
if i could only just have her for myself, she'd make me feel whole again.
like i had to rely on her to make me feel like my own man, as contradicting as that may sound, it makes perfect sense to me.
this was a different day, and a different me.
this girl isn't anyone i'm interested in anymore.
i look at pictures of her then, though i shouldn't.
and i see someone that no longer exists.
someone i thought i had and never really did.
and now that she's dead and gone, i need something to fill that void.
maybe someone, maybe something.
someone to sleep next to would be a nice start.
living in a house full of people and feeling alone is a weird feeling.
i don't leave my room.
i sit alone and read.
i listen to music
and i think.
about nothing in particular.
She was Jesus to me.
i need someone to pull me out of this dark seemingly bottomless pit of monotony