these intuitions of mine are getting creepy. because i sit and i listen and i hear all the things you tell me. and even when it seems like i don't care, i do, and i feel even the things that you don't let on to. there are signs everywhere that point to sadness and hate of life. i read them all because they're clear as day. and all the things that are left unsaid, or were previously said while screaming, crying, and kicking in the darkness of your very own home... i sense all of this before it is even said. call me a stalker, say whatever you want, but know.

i keep sitting here silently because there's nothing i can say to make things better. i am a wallflower.