thought list.

I read a story about a woman who died of grief.

I am worried about what you call love.

In the mornings I forget where I am and in the night, I don’t want to be anywhere else.

Sometimes being around you is like pressing on pressure points until I think I will pass out.

I like it.

We say we, but what we really mean is I. And we say need but what we really mean is want.

I keep different glass jars for ever day of the week.

You said I smelled like sweet sadness. I started eating honey because of it.

I get lost while you drive. I never know where we are. I never mind.

People keep on prescribing their own problems to other people so they don’t feel alone in their condition. But the truth is, that’s all there is anyway.

I wish I would stop wishing.

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