I sit desolate as if I knew how to treat her. Do I really know myself. Is it just another thing only left in my thoughts? Would I really be a good partner? I don't know. I'm no better than a bunny in a snare.
All I Know is to Whine And Bleed. I create, and for that sake I am always exposed. Just cause I can't help it. I really must be insufferable to be around. to see all my feelings materialized through drawings and stupid blog posts. I'm just too open. to willing to let anyone know how I'm feeling in the day.
other people have feelings. it's hard to know cause you don't come to the bleeding one for bandages. I wish to help others in that way but I don't think they would ever. cause all I know is to whine and bleed.
I don't know how many tries I have in me. it just seems another girl would just be another witness of my continuous bleed. one I just love to share and whine about. should I just be the stoic man, it's a pain I can't hide. I just don't know what to do.
Not a single woman would really want to read the pages I've made. and bare my trauma dump to pity me once more. it seems the more I write I bury myself deeper. the more I share with her it seems to get worse.
Just give me dumb comforting words please. please
I'm such a fucking bother. needing constant reassurance and attention. constantly drifting into some loneliness until she grounds me again. looping and peaking, mood swings. from bleeding to Whining, It's pathetic. but It's all I know.
I don't know If I wanna date anymore. I'd just be some girls problem. I know I am, I feel that to women who have not a obligation to even talk to me. yet they do, and I share the same pity they have for me to them. for putting up with all I do.
