Flaws.

We compare our hearts to things that fly but never land. 


I'm beginning to see why Hannah told me that I shouldn't drink rum. I'm feeling depressed as fuck. The heart wants what the heart wants and in an absence of the thing it desires, I guess you end up drinking alone in the dark. Remember when we weren't worried about things? I want to go back to those days. I've said it before, I know I have, but I'm repetitive. 
I'm sorry.
I guess it's just a flaw.


And my life isn't shit, I know it isn't. I'm just a tad weird I guess.