sitting by an ocean.

twilight.

you're wearing an oversized sweatshirt, along with an old pair of shorts. you've pulled your knees to your chest and your chin's resting on them, with your hands clasped around your legs. the waves are quiet, and the reflection of the setting sun seems to shimmer onto the water. a cool breeze finds it way to you, and your hair's being blown away carelessly as you stare at the fire you've made on the sand.

the flames flicker and dance under the power of the breeze, and steady themselves as the wind begins to calm itself. over the horizon you can see shades of purple and gold. nightfall's coming, prepared to take away the overstaying dusk into some kind of slumber.

you look up into the sky and wave your index finger around aimlessly on the wisps of clouds that you can still see.

you're not on a high right now, but things aren't that bad either.

in times like these, the only thing you have to remember is that when all else fails, you still have yourself. no matter what they say, you've got to stay strong and be above it all, above the clutter and the noise, above the discouragement. you have to stay strong. you've got to stay true to yourself and to who you are; to what you are.

and right now, you only have yourself.

because nobody loves you, baby.

not even me.