09.21.02, 22:15.
welcome to the rainkeeper's room.

stop singing me songs and thinking that it will mend things. when you told me that my hair looked pretty in that photo, i was so thrown off by the fact that you had just complimented me, i didn't know what to say. this doesn't mean i do love you / don't love you / can't decide. i hate how you wear sunglasses so nobody will ever know you've been crying. i love how you let me see you cry but cover it up for everyone else. everything conflicts and i no longer know what is static and stable and here.