From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone
you know what i need?
a goddamn boyfriend to cuddle with and hold hands with because jesus christ i don’t even know what that feels like and my mind is purposely pissing me off by pointing out every couple on the street like gee brain, thanks.
