i have never been one for needless sentiment
oh, sure, 'I love you' slips off my tongue like water out of a leaky faucet, but love notes sickly sweet like candied hearts left by (confused) admiring adolescents leave me wanting
poetic words and verse about endless abysses and dark chasms and the terrible chaos within one's own mind have never been my style and yet -- i can't help but think of crushing weights laying on chests and absolute darkness not simply the absence of light and the absolute misery that is the human experience
(it will get better they say it will it must get better i don't know how much longer i can--)
and despite my t