It upsets and sickens me to the guts every time, but I’ve never won the green-eyed bitch and I doubt I’ll ever win. I wish I could stamp and kill and squash this bubbling influx of annoyance, but it just keeps rubbing in my face that
I can’t fucking do anything about it.
So vexed ufgh.
The biggest gap will always be misunderstanding. The longest distance, hardest to bear, always feels almost impossible to get over.
I am at a loss of words; I don’t know how else to get to you.
How do I get to you?
Even if I spill my heart and my guts out in front of you, you probably will still doubt me. How? How else? What else can I do?
Every word I say will be wrong. Every word I say will hurt you. Even an ocean away and miles apart, I still can hurt you. What kind of human being am I, if I always do the wrong things when it comes to you?
I want to tell you it’s going to be okay. I want to believe that there is going to be a way around this. Defy the odds, whatever it is called. There is going to be a way around this, right?
I don’t know how to make you feel better. It’s not enough. It is not enough.