The way I love you isn’t garish nor is it subdued.

I’m stuck not reaching my full potential.

I feel 10 feet behind everyone.

Let me go home.

I have this reoccurring day dream of a magic closet. It folds up and fits in my pocket. Inside is a closet and in the sock drawer I can set the time like so: 1 second in the outside world = 1 hour in my closet. Or any increments I want. I get full nights of sleep between classes. Also in this closet there is a library and a pool. I can bring anyone I want in my closet. Oh there is also a shower.

I haven’t thought about my closet since high school, but suddenly I’m going there in my head a lot.

I wish I had a real magic closet.

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Someone help I haven’t formed a coherent thought in months

It’s so easy just to remember the good.

I loved you differently than I’ve ever loved anyone. Sometimes I still look at you and think “wow…remarkable”. But you aren’t mine, you were never meant to be mine, nor was I meant to be yours. And that’s okay. As long as you know you were special to me. As long as you know you are special.