Why would I even be mad at you.   we have never been anything,
there has not even been a ‘We’, Nevertheless, I still get mad,
for no reason. And It bloody hurts, it is just like, if someone
weren’t feeding you, but you feed yourself on their place, it is
just so stupid.  I sometimes, think, about stop being friends,
because It is toxic for me, and I think for you aswell, because
I irritate really easy.   But I, aswell, think I love you. and
stop being friends would kill me anyway.   We are from
completely different worlds.   You are patient, you want to do
everything right, if you do it you want it to do it the proper
way, don’t want to mix things up.  I, in the other hand, am a
nature’s force, I am wild and I want to live the moment, I want
you, but you don’t want me as much as I do, I haven’t got to
love you yet, but I assume soon the time will come, and the only
salvation for me will be cutting my throat and making the life
abandons my body gradually, because, I have reached the point,
where I just want yo