i wrote you a letter / asked your best friend to send it / but took to the sea before you could have read it / retreated to snowcapped waters of the unknown / extracted my heart while it was still beating / but glowing and red / and i swear that sweat would envelop your arms if you broke down and held it / i swear i’m a good man / so why don’t you love me back? / instead of twisting up words you just sat there in silence / in wind burnt homes sighing rays from a sunset / and all i could hear was the sound of the wasp nest / my head made a home for the hum of the insects / but my hands shake and shudder at the mention / of half hearted reasons why we’ll only be friends / i swear i’m a good man / so why don’t you love me back?
Yeah guess what its been my favorite too, ur not the only one who exists and is fucking having a hard time doing it
Have you ever once considered me more then a fucking object? Have you ever tried to think how it makes me feel when you do things like this?
Twelve hours of work and I still can’t sleep. Damn. Days go on and on. They don’t end.
Taxi Driver (1976) dir: Scorsese
this is what changed their mind
What about me? Have you ever stopped to think how i feel? Or the way i view the situation, or the fact that i feel like nothing because im not in school and im not ever going to be something, even something in the eyes of someone who matter more to me then anyone, i dont know what to do and im sorry you always expect more from me but i am nothing so i guess expect nothing.