sometimes I feel small, insignificant, irrelevant.
sometimes I feel like the ideas I have are inconceivable.
sometimes I hate the word inconceivable.
sometimes I wonder what the fuck is going on inside your head.
sometimes I wish you could understand that I have gone through stuff that not you or everyone even understands.

sometimes I wish time didn’t exist.

but then I breathe.

and shut my eyes.

You know when..

You know you have been dating a long time when you can tell from him walking across the parking lot that something just pissed him off.