KawaiiSeme

   I don't have any clue how to do anything for myself. Yet, I always feel like I am the one taking. I feel like I'm the one who's constantly getting over-emotional and seeking everyone else's help. I depend solely on others to validate my feelings, my thoughts, my very existence. I don't know how to be me, or what that even means. I lost my desire for things a long time ago; even my imagination makes up someone who's not me in a situation so I can fix their problems. I have never, not once in my life that I can remember, just done something for the sake of myself because I whole-heartedly believe that I am always the problem. My existence is

   I was in the kitchen, peeling potatoes for dinner, when I heard the bedroom door open and close from down the hall. I heard the light thump of footsteps and looked up to see him emerge from the hallway and cross the living room floor toward me.   I smiled at him before focusing back on the potato in my hand. “Hello love, did you finish what you were working on?” I greeted him.   “Yeah, it was a pain in the ass, but I got it done.” He responded. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed something to drink, then came over to me and kissed my cheek. “So what’re you making for food?” He questioned.

   I have a concept for you. Keep an open mind, it's not exactly the most "socially acceptable" idea. Some may call it dark, horrid, maybe even frightening. Even so, at least give it a thought.   There are those people who believe money consumes the lives of human beings. People have stolen it, worked to gain it, thrown it away, and, in this case most importantly, killed for it. By this point you might be wondering why killing for it might be important. You see, people will do fantastic things for money. They'll cheat, steal, do meaningless things for the entertainment of others, and they do it simply for the promise of money. The

   Those fleeting moments. The mere minutes I get to spend with you. I don't see you very often anymore, hardly at all really. So those few moments I get to spend with you are precious. The minutes are everything to me, but to you it's just something that happened today. To me it's a light in my oh so dark world, it makes my day while I'm just a part of yours. To you it's just a moment that allows you to catch a glimpse of a face you haven't seen in a while, and that you'll forget about by tomorrow. These moments I hold so dear, that make my life feel less worthless, mean almost nothing to you.   I feel so great talking to you whi