This isn't even worth your time.

I never keep up these days, so this stream of consciousness thing occurs.

Breathing is hard these days.
I have tried to write things worth reading, but the ink falters
before my fingertips can speak for my rambling thoughts.

Loving myself has always been hard,
but these days I find it even harder.

These days is the only time span I can collect,
because days melt together.
They intertwine thicker than my blood ran through my bloodstream,
filled with everything that my heart could pump after you curled yourself into it.

These words fucking suck.
But it's all I have,
aside from a free coffee accompanied with free internet.

Shit sucks.