on the bathroom floor

That's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the wall closet.

I used to cry a lot when I was younger over small things and even also on my birthdays cuz I found a whole bunch of relatives/people intimidating. Now it seems like my nose can only turn sour and my eyes will feel warm and that be it.

Now it seems like I know how to identify things better, I know how to put names to things people feel. And because of that everything demands one. Everything demands to be identified. How hard it was when grey areas started to appear. And then I threw them all under the label of numbness or indifference.

I might be indifferent for the rest of my life.