i want to live in a loft somewhere with like minded people. full windows overlooking some sncredible beauty. i want room to breathe and a place to paint. i want to create beauty. i want to be seperate from the world. i dont want some high end job tearing at my sanity. i despise this world. i want to live for myself and for love. i dont want to be a aprt ofthis world, full of greed, uncertainty, inadequacy and sadness..
this is the reason i broke up with him in the first place. because it was so much stress and it just seemed hopeless. i know that's a harsh word but its true. he's got so much on his plate and i dont want any more on mine. i have my own set of worries i need to take care of. but i cant just turn him away. the way he opened up to me...it litteraly moved me to tears. i feel his dispair, his depression. he has nothing. but i dont want him to have no one too. at the moment i feel thats all i can do; give him the comfort of knowing that i'm here for him, that he has me. contrairy to his beleifs he hasnt lost me. if he really had, i wouldnt have seen him yestrerday, or tuesday, or any times before that. we wouldnt have acted or talked the way we did if he'd truley lost me. his words stung because i felt his pain through them. his feelings soaking the words and turning them a different colour. i never told him to get the fuck out of my life, but it hurt to know thats how he fe
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