I just want to keep talking to myself until j fall asleep, so I can read it another day until I can decide whether j was actually fucked up or if I was really going through some fucked up shit that j literally couldn't understand. 

What, tell me.

I'm hating this person I see. I'm hating this person I'm seeing, Im hating this person that I am basically. Finding my way though, I'll be ok. Motivation is goods