You are so close, and I can’t reach you.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words.

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.

I see Nick's number. I debate whether to assign a name to his number. If I commit to that, then I will truly be heartbroken if he never calls me again; my heart will knot each and every time I use this phone and see his name in there. I would probably end up having to trash the phone entirely.

When distractions are manifold, it's best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.

... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.