Fuzz

This may just be the only blog that makes any sense to anyone but me.

Where can I start? Can anyone be able to take me seriously ofter I write this? Probably not, but it never will matter to me.

You are honestly the first person whom I care about who I can't seem to write a shitty poem for. I'm overwhelmed with ideas when I try to do so, but I can't. It's a mix of emotions that stops me.It's like if I try, nothing feels good enough. Sometimes it feels as if your too good for me, and I'm just one of those annoyance that wants you to like them, and I just can't be loved.

But I know it's not true, or I make myself believe so, why is that? Why do I feel smaller when I talk to you? I don't even know you personally, but you have honestly had one of the biggest impacts on my life anyone has had.

Your the only one who understands me completely, the one who I can talk to without any fear. Though, you bring tears to my eyes. Rarely in time do I feel for someone like that. Though they are never because I dislike something you do, you bring me some sort of comfort. You may be some creepy 50 year old guy sitting in his mothers living room eating a taco, but somehow you make me feel.

I really do find it terribly hard to write about people I care about. It's like words and images are screaming from my mind, but I can't write them because they'll make little sense. I have a hard time without you.

You were one of the first people to actually talk to me in, what I suppose is a cut-throat world. Sure I take the internet seriously, because in all honesty it helps me cope with whatever mess I cause.

If I could put how I feel in real true words you'd probably wouldn't be surprised, I'm sure you understand. You always do.