and with two minutes too late you’re gone again. i have no idea when you are coming back and i have no idea what you have behind your mind. i get drunk and tell you i hate you, i do. i hate you and its because what you do to be is beyond my capability in terms of not giving a fuck, cause i do and you just never understood that. you can leave for months, and you have before, not talk to me and hide in your alternate world sitting in a dry warm place trying to picture good things around you so you don’t go insane but the truth is, out of the two of us you have it better off. you’re in a place where the pain that surrounds you is much greater then your own. i’ve never touched the things you are touching and i sure as hell have never made an impact of anyone that surrounds you. here on the other hand, you’re always everywhere which is exactly why i need to get out of here.