apparently no one can tell me that something sad is even on the table, because my mind(? my body?) will register is as The Most Likely Possibility begin grieving before i'm ready. i'm listening to "Title & Registration" by Death Cab and i wana tell someone what's going on and that uh-oh i'm listening to this stuff that's not good and i realize: that person would be you. none of my friends, even my closest, know that we're in trouble.
where did i mess up? when i was at my deepest low in years, this summer, that overlapped with yours? i'm sorry you're not able to fight to drag me up in the way that i'm TRYING to help you.
what kind of rain is falling?
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