the perfect ending

and in a sick way i want to thank you for holding my head up late at night. while i was busy waging wars with myself, you were trying to stop the fight. it's that sort of thing that makes you think too much. it's that sort of thing that makes you lose your objectivity. so if you made it, just be glad that you did and stay there. if you ever feel loved or needed, remember that you're one of the lucky ones. you peel back the layers, get down to the inside. but some times you lose sight of what it was you were trying to find.

and i'm not in school.
Again.