Lost;

I think I've lost my self in long conversations and quite car rides.

I've come to realize I sometimes need space to breath. So many little things can become too much for me. I'm chocking on emotions and hardly understanding anything that comes from human lips. What is going on? Won't you tell me, please?

I've never really been one for misunderstanding, but now that doesn't seem to ring true. I wish I could grasp the meaning of all this instead of spending sleepless nights wondering about this. If only everything was as simple as that. . . I want you to know how lost I am, and I could never really read maps.

I can't help but think back to all the long funny nights, the short fights, and every single word ever said. Wouldn't it be great to not take this long road alone? Wouldn't it be wonderful if everything was simple? I think it would be... I wish it were.

I feel so confused and I know for a fact that I'm missing something. If only I could figure out what was missing, because I'm tired of having that empty dark feeling inside me. If only I could read myself like a book, then we would all be happy. . .