This Is killing me, you know.
I'm stuck.
I keep slipping.
I'm so lost, and I needed an escape from reality.
People Wonder why I keep going back to you.
but the thing is you seem so unreAl, that you take my mind off of the thiNgs that are real.
You make Them seem less real, you make everything seem less real.
It's nOt me when I'm with you because something like this woUld never happen to me.
noT in a million years.
You're all I think about.
I hate it.
I hate you.
I Need you.
Let me Out,
Please?
W.