What is it, really? At first i thought he’d taken away my purpose but then i realized i’d never had one in the first place. i want to feel alive for once. i want to be somebody’s whole damn world instead of their time/space filler. i want you to say i love you one day when you’re not drunk. and i want to be sober, too, so that i can feel that way i did that night, minus the little voice telling me that you’re a liar. i met you like 2 and a half weeks ago, but i want to make babies with you. is that wrong or right? it feels right to me, so i really just don’t care. i want you to want me around.