reuben

You remember how it used to be, where I'd bottle all my crazy up, and eventually I'd just explode?
And how you were there to help me, or at least make me laugh, or cheer me up? And how everything would be okay after?

I'm reaching breaking point. And you're just not here.

I mean... You are... but you aren't.



I didn't realise, until tonight, that I had quite so much weighing me down.