eulogy

- I didn’t love him.
- But you did, you did! You loved him more than your own sanity!
- Well, that’s probably because I didn’t love my sanity either.
- More than your peace of mind
- that’s a different story.

cuz I'm [still!] so eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me.

Stranger things have happened I know

"What do you want from me?"
Simple question. Simple answers.
Kiss you and kill you.
Talk to you
Annoy you
Make you think.
Give you hope that I am your lover-to-be.
Creep you out. Torture.
I don't know. Nothing
There is nothing I can expect from you.
And besides stalking is not legal any more. My life is ruined.

Remember me, special needs

"Old Gatsby. Old Sport. It killed Me."
Me too, Holden. Me too.
this is the moment I reached perfect understanding witch my Ba thesis's hero. We both love Jay Gatsby.