Hope and nostalgia and anxiety and heartbreak.
I suppose its due to her.
And my feelings of guilt associated with her
And the way I project those feelings upon everyone else.
I feel like the whole world hates me
I dont think they do
But I feel that way.
I want to get away.
I plan to get away
For my birthday
To just leave, alone, somewhere.
I look forward to it
But I dread it
At the same time.