this hurts i hurt, no matter what i try something's always wrong i'm dramatically off kilter, i'm tired, i miss smelling woman in my clothes, my hair, my bed. i miss everything about love, i used to hide this true and bitter disappointment with angsty pining, but i haven't the energy to keep this up, i thiinnnk you're mostly assholes and jerks, morons and freaks, what is the fucking problem with you that you won't change, that you don't care.