The end of the world

Sometimes it is just the end of the world.

Either if it is over having to haul laundry up a hill bigger than your own eye can see over, or if it is your significant other calling you a loser and some names.

Its the end of the world when I cant fix my bra and get it on just right...

Thats just not right.

Now it's the end of the world because my cats keep on interlacing with my own steps while I'm on the verge of tears hauling laundry up the steps.

Its the end of my world... when I cant even cry those tears that I was just talking about, just the same as in the past...

The end of your world is different from my ending, rather than death it is when my brain thinks the opposite way.

Sorry, sometimes I cannot help it.

I wish my ending was just the same as your ending. Death.

But, rather than death I will begin to be upset at the slightest dip in my connivences.

I wanna keep on typing, so I'll keep on..

I am upset. at the fact. that. I can't get you out of my head.

You're stuck up there, like I've somehow Inadvertently glued you inside of my head.

Sometimes we are just stuck in eachothers heads, as if - were eachother but - no, im not one another. I am me, and that belongs to me..