if i could find someone who can handle the rough edges i have and not just enjoy the whimsy, i would have my soulmate.
sometimes i wonder if people really understand me as much as they say they do. most of them if not all of them do not lay beside me as i fall asleep and share the brilliance or torture that runs through my skull. if i could really tell people what i thought of them i would have more realness in my life. that’s why i started to smoke weed. to slow my brain down so i didnt have to handle all the thoughts by myself.
i crave understanding more than romance these days.
no one seems brave enough to venture down the rabbit hole. =/
