I pass the time by fucking around on tumblr.

Only one thing would make me happy.

Its not that I’m unhappy. I’m indifferent. Slightly feeling, well, the best way to describe it is empty. Maybe it’s just one of those lonely nights. It’s just a bad feeling. Maybe I think too much. Maybe I want things that I know I’ll never have. I don’t think I’m asking for much

I love Patrick