You'll always be my Konstantine

I want change, I crave it. I get bored so easily. That's why I'm always braced for the run, to try an escape that ever encroaching darkness that promises to hollow me out again. I hate when things remind me of the people who've left me behind. I hate when I still look at them and miss them. But the worst is when I miss people who still willingly call themselves mine.

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night from the pain of missing a place I've never been. This is where the loneliness strikes.

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Wed Jan 25

The Morning Bell

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“Did you see them? With all their feelings hanging out? With their emotions exposed?”

“I know, what a freak.”

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Crying myself to sleep, wondering why I never truly feel loved. You?”

“Same.”