Some days I sit here and stare at this page, with its empty space, which is waiting for my words and my thoughts.
And I have so much in my head, but nothing to write.
The space in my mind is taken up with so much nonsense, I don’t know what’s important.
I wanted him to be nonsense. I wanted him to be important.
There’s nothing more wonderful, than when you have important nonsense.
I love nonsense.
It’s the best distraction.
I just want you to love me.
Not who you think I am.
Not who you think I will be.
But who I am.
Perspective is a bitch.