This.

This is the feeling he gives me when we're laying in bed and his fingers comb my hair and the air around us is filled with the scent of cologne I got him. This is the feeling he gives me when I'm being stubborn and he tells me I'm pretty and that he loves me to erase all negativity. This is the feeling he gives me when we're watching Netflix and we laugh at the same time. This is the feeling he gives me when he brings me pizza and tucks me in. This is the feeling he gives me when we're together, this.

Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.

WE'VE BEEN GOING HARD, BABY.

I don't know what I want.. the only thing that I'm absolutely positively fucking sure of right now, is that I want SOMETHING. What is it though? I don't fucking know. So if you talk to me, or try to get answers out of me, you're not going to fucking get them. That's not being said in a bad tone either, that's being said in an "I'm sorry." kind of tone. I'M JUST A FUCKED UP GIRL, LOOKING FOR HER OWN PIECE OF MIND. Buying a plane ticket seems to be the only thing on my mind right now. Everything else is just fuckin' mush! "Botch, you're talking nonsense".. since when did I not? Everything disappears and is okay when you have music and loud voices around you. Call me a bitch, call me annoying, call me wrong. I'm just trying to figure myself out. EVERYTHING'S SO EASY WHEN YOU DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! Where the fuck did my sane go? Botch went crazy.