Notice when the sun shines on your skin.
Fall in love.
Find somebody to blame for all your lust.
We’re exactly the same.
Stay, always separated.
Now, from the ones you love.
Show no display of weakness.
I switch between feeling repulsed with the idea of relationships and wanting one. Seeing others happy and together and holding hands just grosses me out. It’s so HAPPY, so common, so … close. But when I’m happy I guess I don’t think about it from an outside perspective. But if I were to see it from an outside perspective I’d probably want to vomit. Closeness is so… ugh.