I can't stand sitting here and thinking about nothing but you. I can't stand that all day i wonder what you are doing and when i can see you again. it seems like it has always been this way. me waiting. 

i doubt everything you say. my own insecurity or your lack of proof? 

what good is this doing me? i cant force it and yet i cant let it go. 

I wish i could just run away. run away from february. run away from the cold. run away from obligations, money, insincerity, and loneliness. if only.