it's kind of stupid how it is.
i make a fool out of myself—
in front of you i want to.
it's like im strung up high—
i want to spin and dance and cry.
it's very stupid how it is.
it's all a mess inside my head,
and as i organize the pieces
the puzzle never comes together
like i want it to.
post scriptum
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i wrote this about my then (and current, at the time of writing) crush. i've always struggled with properly balancing myself when it comes to these things. especially now, it feels as if my ability to properly express myself as degraded to the point of me being the equivalent of a chihuahua on cocaine. which is a shame! because they're a very cool and genuienly sweet person, i just can't quite be normal about anything :')