Do you?

You know I feel. Do you?, Honestly.
- I guess you don't.
I feel like I've feeling the most stupid way on earth for years, and I feel afraid of feeling like that again. You see?
I love you, but I do not love the need for you. I don't feel good depending on you like that.
I wish you did understood. I wish. Whatever, it doesn't really matter., You know?
Blablabla. I feel free. Flying in a jail though. But I enjoy it still.
I found it interesting how people talk without having a single idea about things. I found it even more amazing the way I do it too. Fascinating.
If I could, I would draw you something that depicted my soul. My home. My heart.
Then I would need no more words. You'd know how you've been playing with fire. Boy.
You talk like it was normal. I hear like it was magical.
We both smile. Life goes on. And on, and on.
L'