I know this feeling. This futureless feeling. This absence, this void. I'm crashing. I've never felt so unalterably dead. My fingers are like sleepless led balloons as they drudge over these keys.
I wish to go over to where you are and love you.
You dont have to try around me. You dont have to be anything but your inspiring, messed up self. And I will accept you. Above all, I will love you for who you are. Because you matter to me. You have no idea how important you are to me.

I have so much left to say, I cannot even say anything more.

There is something wrong with me.