Sex and Breakfast

I don't really know. How to act, how to react and how to feel anymore. It's ironic. That I have to work with the navy so much. That when I want affection so much, the angle it comes from is something I have to hold out against. That my heart breaks so easily when I'm so numb inside. That I hurt so much, when I've got nothing to be upset for. That I'm tired of life, yet bounce around in the things that I do. That I still want to be friends with you, even though you break my heart.