You know. I enjoy being with you. It's the only thing I look forward to doing throughout my day. You know exactly what I mean when I say. I'm pretending it's my problem. This is two sided. I won't always be here. This isn't healthy. I can't paint. I don't know what to think.
I remember being lost. Then getting more lost. Then being happy for a bit. Then lost again.
I remember. Every time. I arrive at the same place. Fuck everyone. Painting is all I need in life. Nothing else matters. You distract me. You don't matter.
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