if you're new to fight club, you have to fight.

it's time to work.

time to work harder than before.

nothing is good if you don't work your hardest on it right?

no matter what it is.

But there are some of those days that I wish I could scream, I wish I could be right, you tear me up inside sometimes I just want to hit you and scream and shove my feelings down your throat the same way you shove your feelings down mine. 

fuck you. 

fuck you.

love me..

love me..

And there are those days, those hours, those minutes, those seconds where I feel the utter love that we are both shoving at each other. And it's nice.

It's really nice.

I just wish it would last, I wish it wasn't sometimes forced when we see the lines on each others faces go down so we try to bring them up again with forced kisses and forced silly faces.

I am happy with you.

I am sad with you.

I laugh with you.

I cry with you.

why are you so fucking bipolar?

soooo fuckingggg bipolarrrrrr.

but I love you. and that's all that even matters right?

RIGHT?

ps, -I miss thinking about you.

-I miss you living down the street.

-I love having a book club and an amazing friendship with you.

-I want our friendship to be better.

-I want you to be happy, so so happy, because I know your not.

-I want us.