Getting you to come over

Me: There is a problem, but only, only i cant say it now.

You: Why not. Just tell me. We have been threw a lot and i am sure that what ever this is i can calmly and sincerely talk to you about it.

Me: Well, i'm sure thats the case. But it feels cold and dead out here, with words. It lacks expression, understanding. You cant write down "End all life, this moment" and actual feel remorse with out looking into those soon to be black and eternally dead eyes.

You: I dont know what you are talking about, but it seems sever. Please, get it over with now.

Me: No. Please, come visit.

You: Ok, i will leave a comment for when i am available to come hang out.



(yes, this is for you, even if you think (is this for me) for the slightest second, that means it is)